Conscience does make cowards of us all. >>
Men at sometime are the masters of their fate. >>
As he was valiant, I honor him. But as he was ambitious, I slew him. >>
There is a harmony in autumn, and a luster in its sky, which through t >>
Autumn wins you best by this its mute appeal to sympathy for its decay >>
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden o >>
The teeming Autumn big with rich increase, bearing the wanton burden of the prime like widowed wombs after their lords decease.