Words Writ In Waters.

Love Is Natures Second Sun.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

The Incompetent Quickly Throws Himself Into Another Impressive Enterprise In Order To Escape His Responsibility From Previous Disaster.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

Let No Man Under Value The Price Of A Virtuous Woman's Counsel.