It Is The Stars, The Stars Above

Keep Thy Foot Out Of Brothels, Thy Hand Out Of Plackets, Thy Pen From Lender's Books, And Defy The Foul Fiend.

But When The Fox Hath Once Got In His Nose, He'll Soon Find Means To Make The Body Follow.

Hereafter, In A Better World Than This, I Shall Desire More Love And Knowledge Of You

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

The Quality Of Mercy Is Not Strained