Heaven Take My Soul, And England Keep

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

To Weep Is To Make Less The Depth Of Grief.

Our Jovial Star Reigned At His Birth.

Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

No Metal Can--no, Not The Hangman's Axe--bear Half The Keenness Of Thy Sharp Envy.