Self-defense Is Nature's Eldest Law.

Take Not Away The Life You Cannot Give: For All Things Have An Equal Right To Live.

But Love's A Malady Without A Cure.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

The Wretched Have No Friends.

The Winds That Never Moderation Knew, Afraid To Blow Too Much, Too Faintly Blew; Or Out Of Breath With Joy, Could Not Enlarge Their Straighten'd Lungs Or Conscious Of Their Charge.