Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.

If Men Wound You With Injuries, Meet Them With Patience; Hasty Words Rankle The Wound, Soft Language Dresses It, Forgiveness Cures It, And Oblivion Takes Away The Scar. It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.