Good Counselors Lack No Clients.

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

I Will Go Wash; And When My Face Is Fair, You Shall Perceive Whether I Blush Or No.

Here's Flowers For You; Hot Lavender, Mints, Savoury, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun And With Him Rises Weeping: These Are Flowers Of Middle Summer, And I Think They Are Given To Men Of Middle Age.

Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice.

The Summer's Flow'r Is To The Summer Sweet, Though To Itself It Only Live And Die' But If That Flow'r With Base Infection Meet, The Basest Weed Outbraves His Dignity: For Sweetest Things Turn Sourest By Their Deeds; Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.