Small Herbs Have Grace, Great Weeds Do

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.

Give Me A Bowl Of Wine, In This I Bury All Unkindness.

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.

The Bird That Hath Been Limed In A Bush, With Trembling Wings Misdoubteth Every Bush.