'Twas but my tongue, 'twas not my soul that swore. >>
Youth holds no society with grief. >>
Every man is like the company he is wont to keep. >>
Without music to decorate it, time is just a bunch of boring productio >>
Well arranged time is the surest mark of a well arranged mind. >>
The longest day soon comes to an end. >>
Time will explain it all. He is a talker, and needs no questioning before he speaks.