And She Was Fair As Is The

He Who Accepts His Poverty Unhurt I'd Say Is Rich Although He Lacked A Shirt. But Truly Poor Are They Who Whine And Fret And Covet What They Cannot Hope To Get.

Forbid Us Something, And That Thing We Desire.

Murder Will Out, This My Conclusion.

A Whetstone Is No Carving Instrument, And Yet It Maketh Sharp The Carving Tool; And If You See My Efforts Wrongly Spent, Eschew That Course And Learn Out Of My School; For Thus The Wise May Profit By The Fool, And Edge His Wit, And Grow More Keen And Wary, For Wisdom Shines Opposed To Its Contrary.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.