Muster Your Wits; Stand In

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

Blessed Are The Peacemakers On Earth.

Farewell, My Sister, Fare Thee Well. The Elements Be Kind To Thee, And Make Thy Spirits All Of Comfort: Fare Thee Well.

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

Rumour: "upon My Tongues Continual Slanders Ride, The Which In Every Language I Pronounce, Stuffing The Ears Of Men With False Reports.