The Next Way Home's The Farthest Way

Take Heed Thou Trust Not The Deceitful Lap Of Wanton Dalilah; The World's A Trap.

He That Discovers Himself, Till He Hath Made Himself Master Of His Desires, Lays Himself Open To His Own Ruin, And Makes Himself Prisoner To His Own Tongue.

The World's An Inn; And I Her Guest.

As All Things Eternal And Primordial Reappear, So All Things Mortal Return To The Earth. Honor, Old Age, Probity, Justice, Constance, Virtue, And Gentleness Are All Gathered Into The Cold Tomb.

Is Not This Lily Pure? What Fuller Can Procure A White So Perfect, Spotless Clear As In This Flower Doth Appear?