Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.

Full Oft We See Cold Wisdom Waiting On Superfluous Folly.

If There Is A Good Will, There Is Great Way.

For This Relief Much Thanks. 'tis Bitter Cold, And I Am Sick At Heart.

Love Is A Spirit All Compact Of Fire.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*