Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us,

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

Let No Man Fear To Die, We Love To Sleep All, And Death Is But The Sounder Sleep.

But What Is Past My Help Is Past My Care.