But What Is Past My Help Is

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

The True Way To Gain Much, Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much. He Is Not Rich That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Not Poor That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.