So May He Rest, His

For Truth Hath Better Deeds Than Words To Grace It.

Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears Are Vain.

When A Gentlemen Is Disposed To Swear, It Is Not For Any Standers-by To Curtail His Oaths.

Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken Faith Once.

This Is A Gift That I Have, Simple, Simple; A Foolish Extravagant Spirit Full Of Forms, Figures, Shapes, Objects, Ideas, Apprehensions, Motions, Revolutions; These Are Begot In The Ventricle Of Memory, Nourished In The Womb Of Pia Mater, And Delivered Upon The Mellowing Of Occasion.