He Who Sings Frightens Away His Ills.

When We Are Asleep, We Are All Equal.

I'll Turn Over A New Leaf.

Nay, What Is Worse, Perhaps Turn Poet, Which, They Say, Is An Infectious And Incurable Distemper.

The Man Who Is Prepared Has His Battle Half Fought.

She Who Desires To See, Desires Also To Be Seen.