The Good I Stand On Is My

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

Unless The Old Adage Must Be Verified, That Beggars Mounted, Run Their Horse To Death.

Daffodils, That Come Before The Swallow Dares, And Take The Winds Of March With Beauty.

Danger Knows Full Well That Caesar Is More Dangerous Than He. We Are Two Lions Litter’d In One Day, And I The Elder And More Terrible.

Though It Make The Unskillful Laugh, Cannot But Make The Judicious Grieve.