As High As Heaven, As Deep As

You Are No Better Than You Should Be.

It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

Those Have Most Power To Hurt Us, That We Love.