Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

The act is judged of by the event.

The act is judged of by the event.

Diseases of the eye are to bee cured with the elbow.

Diseases of the eye are to bee cured with the elbow.

Omittance is no quittance.

Omittance is no quittance.

What's in a name?

What's in a name?

He is the furthest from danger, who is on his guard even when in
safety.

He is the furthest from danger, who is on his guard even when in
safety.

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.

Bells call others, but themselves enter not into the Church.

There is no useful thing which may not be turned to an injurious
purpose.

There is no useful thing which may not be turned to an injurious
purpose.

Now to drink and trip it on the light fantastic toe.

Now to drink and trip it on the light fantastic toe.