Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

Your Hearts Are Mighty, Your Skins Are Whole.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

You Are Made Rather To Wonder At The Things You Hear Than To Work Any.

Love Is Too Young To Know What Conscience Is.