Arms Are My Ornaments, Warfare My Repose.

It Will Be Seen In The Frying Of The Eggs.

Troubles Take Wing For The Man Who Can Sing.

'tis Said Of Love That It Sometimes Goes, Sometimes Flies; Runs With One, Walks Gravely With Another; Turns A Third Into Ice, And Sets A Fourth In A Flame: It Wounds One, Another It Kills: Like Lightning It Begins And Ends In The Same Moment: It Makes That Fort Yield At Night Which It Besieged But In The Morning; For There Is No Force Able To Resist It.

Love Is Influenced By No Consideration, Recognizes No Restraints Of Reason, And Is Of The Same Nature As Death, That Assails Alike The Lofty Palaces Of Kings And The Humble Cabins Of Shepherds; And When It Takes Entire Possession Of A Heart, The First Thing It Does Is To Banish Fear And Shame From It.

All Is Not Gold That Glisters.