'tis Not Enough To Help The Feeble

Neither My Place, Nor Aught I Heard Of Business, Hath Raised Me From My Bed; Nor Doth The General Care Take Hold On Me; For My Particular Grief Is Of So Floodgate And O'erbearing Nature That It Engluts And Swallows Other Sorrows, And It Is Still Itself.

The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

Love Is Familiar. Love Is A Devil. There Is No Evil Angel But Love." -

He Who Has Injured Thee Was Either Stronger Or Weaker Than Thee. If Weaker, Spare Him; If Stronger, Spare Thyself.

Well, Honor Is The Subject Of My Story.