Sleep Is The Best Cure For Waking

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

There Is Nothing Costs Less Than Civility.

Many Littles Make A Much.

He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

All Sorrows Are Less With Bread.