O Excellent! I Love Long Life Better

Give Every Man Thy Ear, But Few Thy Voice.

So We'll Live, And Pray, And Sing, And Tell Old Tales, And Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

One Pain Is Cured By Another. Catch Some New Infection In Your Eye And The Poison Of The Old One Would Die.