These Words Are Razors To My Wounded

Though It Be Honest, It Is Never Good To Bring Bad News.

Words Pay No Debts, Give Her Deeds.

As Good Luck Would Have It.

Our Doubts Are Traitors And Make Us Lose The Good We Oft Might Win By Fearing To Attempt.

Yet Do I Fear Thy Nature; It Is Too Full O' The Milk Of Human Kindness.