Friendship's Full Of Dregs.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

Cowards Die Many Times Before Their Deaths; The Valiant Never Taste Of Death But Once. Of All The Wonders That I Yet Have Heard, It Seems To Me Most Strange That Men Should Fear; Seeing That Death, A Necessary End, Will Come When It Will Come.

A Violet In The Youth Of Primy Nature, Forward, Not Permanent--sweet, Not Lasting; The Perfume And Suppliance Of A Minute; No More.

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.

Kindness In Women, Not Their Beauteous Looks, Shall Win My Love.