A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

He That Dies Pays All Debts.

Why Are Our Bodies Soft, And Weak, And Smooth But That Our Soft Conditions And Our Hearts Should Well Agree With Our External Parts?

In A False Quarrel There Is No True Valor.

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.

Diseases Desperate Grown By Desperate Appliances Are Relieved, Or Not At All.