Light tomorrow with today!
Books are men of higher stature, and the only men that speak aloud for future times to hear.
In your patience ye are strong.
This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.
With what cracked pitchers go we to deep wells In this world!
And Marlowe, Webster, Fletcher, Ben, Whose fire-hearts sowed our furrows when The world was worthy of such men.