A Plague Of Sighing And Grief! It

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

He That Is Proud Eats Up Himself: Pride Is His Own Glass, His Own Trumpet, His Own Chronicle.

Most Friendship Is Faining, Most Loving Mere Folly: Then, Heigh-ho, The Holly. This Life Is Most Jolly.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.