The Empty Vessel Makes The

Your Face Is A Book, Where Men May Read Strange Matters.

All Is Well Ended If This Suit Be Won. That You Express Content; Which We Will Pay, With Strife To Please You, Day Exceeding Day.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

To Whom God Will, There Be The Victory.

When You Depart From Me Sorrow Abides And Happiness Takes His Leave.