A Thing Well Said Will Be Wit

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

The Fates But Only Spin The Coarser Clue; The Finest Of The Wool Is Left For You.

Thus All Below Is Strength, And All Above Is Grace.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

Fortune Confounds The Wise, And When They Least Expect It Turns The Dice.