Falsehood Falsehood Cures

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None.

Arise, Fair Sun, And Kill The Envious Moon, Who Is Already Sick And Pale With Grief That Thou, Her Maid, Art Far More Fair Than She. . . .

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

Men Have Died From Time To Time, And Worms Have Eaten Them, But Not For Love.