Now Deep In Ocean Sunk The Lamp

And By The Sacred Parchment, I Swear That If I Reveal The Secrets Of The Stonecutters, May My Stomach Become Bloated And My Head Be Plucked Of All But Three Hairs

But He Whose Inborn Worth His Acts Commend, Of Gentle Soul, To Human Race A Friend.

The Persuasion Of A Friend Is A Strong Thing.

But Curb Thou The High Spirit In Thy Breast, For Gentle Ways Are Best, And Keep Aloof From Sharp Contentions.

Sleep, Delicious And Profound, The Very Counterfeit Of Death