Death's dark way Must needs be trodden once, however we pause.
The great virtue of parents is a great dowry.
Betray not a secret even though racked by wine or wrath.
Scribblers are a self-conceited and self-worshipping race.
Why harass with eternal purposes a mind to weak to grasp them?
The jackdaw, stript of her stolen colours, provokes our laughter.