But What Is Past My Help Is

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.

It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.

There's Nothing That Allays An Angry Mind So Soon As A Sweet Beauty.

Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us, That We Love.