A Saint In Crape Is Twice A

A Fellow Feeling Makes Us Wondrous Kind.

Our Proper Bliss Depends On What We Blame.

Nay, Fly To Altars; There They'll Talk You Dead; For Fools Rush In Where Angels Fear To Tread.

No Creature Smarts So Little As A Fool.

A Person Who Is Too Nice An Observer Of The Business Of The Crowd, Like One Who Is Too Curious In Observing The Labor Of Bees, Will Often Be Stung For His Curiosity.