The goal of yesterday will be our starting-point to-morrow.

The goal of yesterday will be our starting-point to-morrow.

To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.

To have done, is to hang
Quite out of fashion, like a rusty mail
In monumental mockery.

Good land, evill way.

Good land, evill way.

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more

Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.

Of what avail are pedigrees?

Of what avail are pedigrees?

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy read more

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude:
Thy tooth is not so keen,
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

Grief brims itself and flows away in tears.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend;
But words once spoke can never be recall'd.

What you keep by you, you may change and mend;
But words once spoke can never be recall'd.

With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.

With devotion's visage,
And pious action, we do sugar o'er
The devil himself.