Do you set down your name in the scroll of youth, that are written down old with all the characters of age?

Winding up days with toil and nights with sleep.

How every fool can play upon the word!

For night's swift dragons cut the clouds full fast, And yonder shines Aurora's harbinger; At whose approach ghosts wandring here and there Troop home to church-yards.... For fear lest day should look their shames upon, They willfully exile themselves from light, And must for aye consort with black brow'd night.

It hurts not the tongue to give fair words.

The prince of darkness is a gentleman!

Let them obey that knows not how to rule.