Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On

This Day's Black Fate On More Days Doth Depend; This But Begins The Woe, Others Must End.

There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But She Made Mouths In A Glass.

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should Be Past Grief.

Love Sought Is Good, But Given Unsought, Is Better.