Lend Less Than You Owe.

When Thou Cam'st First, Thou Strok'st Me And Made Much Of Me; Wouldst Give Me Water With Berries In't; And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night; And Then I Loved Thee And Showed Thee All The Qualities O' Th' Isle, The Fresh Springs, Brine-pits, Barren Place And Fertile.

When Sorrows Come, They Come Not Single Spies, But In Battalions.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

I Will Kill Thee A Hundred And Fifty Ways.

Memory, The Warder Of The Brain.