Man Have To Have Friends Even In

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

Honesty Is The Best Policy, I Will Stick To That. The Good Shall Have My Hand And Heart, But The Bad Neither Foot Nor Fellowship. And In My Mind, The Main Point Of Governing, Is To Make A Good Beginning.

Cunning Cheats Itself Wholly, And Other People Partially.

Forewarned, Forearmed; To Be Prepared Is Half The Victory.

Those Two Fatal Words, Mine And Thine.