Patch Grief With Proverbs.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

Conscience Doth Make Cowards Of Us All.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.