Follow Love And It Will Flee, Flee

Beasts Kill For Hunger, Men For Pay.

What Then In Love Can Woman Do? If We Grow Fond They Shun Us. And When We Fly Them, They Pursue: But Leave Us When They've Won Us.

Who Hath Not Heard The Rich Complain Of Surfeits, And Corporeal Pain? He Barr'd From Every Use Of Wealth, Envies The Ploughman's Strength And Health.

When We Risk No Contradiction, It Prompts The Tongue To Deal In Fiction.

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.