The Stone Often Recoils On The Head

The Past Cannot Be Cured.

It Has Been Always Held For A Special Principle In Friendship That Prosperity Provideth But Adversity Proveth Friends.

I Grieve And Dare Not Show My Discontent, I Love And Yet Am Forced To Seem To Hate, I Do, Yet Dare Not Say I Ever Meant, I Seem Stark Mute But Inwardly Do Prate. I Am And Not, I Freeze And Yet Am Burned, Since From Myself Another Self I Turned. My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

Prosperity Provideth, But Adversity Proveth Friends.

God Forgive You, But I Never Can.