Farewell, Too Little, And Too

For Danger Levels Man And Brute And All Are Fellows In Their Need.

Better To Hunt In Fields, For Health Unbought, Than Fee The Doctor For A Nauseous Draught, The Wise, For Cure, On Exercise Depend; God Never Made His Work For Man To Mend.

Love Is A Passion Which Kindles Honor Into Noble Acts.

They Say Everything In The World Is Good For Something.

She, Though In Full-blown Flower Of Glorious Beauty, Grows Cold Even In The Summer Of Her Age.