Too much of anything is bad.

Too much of anything is bad.

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy read more

Yestreen, when to the trembling string
The dance gaed thro' the lighted ha',
To thee my fancy took its wing;
I sat, but neither heard nor saw.

All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.

All they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.

The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn'd.

The wolfe eats oft of the sheep that have been warn'd.

Just when you think you've finally hit bottom, someone tosses you
a shovel.

Just when you think you've finally hit bottom, someone tosses you
a shovel.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

We must every one be a man of his own fancy.

The eye will have his part.

The eye will have his part.

Nothing lasts but the Church.

Nothing lasts but the Church.

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if read more

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.