Good Is Not Good, Unless A Thousand

How Great Love Is, Presence Best Trial Makes, But Absence Tries How Long This Love Will Be.

Reason Is Our Soul's Left Hand, Faith Her Right, By These We Reach Divinity

Sleep With Clean Hands, Either Kept Clean All Day By Integrity Or Washed Clean At Night By Repentance.

Festive Alcohol Sometimes Leads To An Excess Of Honesty.

That Thou Remember Them, Some Claim As Debt; I Think It Mercy, If Thou Wilt Forget.