A Friend Is, As It Were, A

What Is Thine Is Mine, And All Mine Is Thine.

When You Have No Basis For An Argument, Abuse The Plaintiff.

There Is No Grief Which Time Does Not Lessen And Soften. [lat., Nullus Dolor Est Quem Non Longinquitas Temporis Minuat Ac Molliat.]

Justice Extorts No Reward, No Kind Of Price; She Is Sought, Therefore, For Her Own Sake.

Death Darkens His Eyes, And Unplumes His Wings, Yet The Sweetest Song Is The Last He Sings: Live So, My Love, That When Death Shall Come, Swan-like And Sweet It May Waft Thee Home.