Let us embrace, and from this very moment vow an eternal misery together.
Who's a prince or beggar in the grave?
Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never constant, never certain.
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.
The worst thing an old man can be is a lover.
Children blessings seem, but torments are.