Those, That With Haste Will Make A

Trifles Light As Air Are To The Jealous Confirmations Strong As Proofs Of Holy Writ.

A Countenance More In Sorrow Than In Anger.

In Love The Heavens Themselves Do Guide The State; Money Buys Lands, And Wives Are Sold By Fate.

Poise The Cause In Justice's Equal Scales, Whose Beam Stands Sure, Whose Rightful Cause Prevails.

You Cannot Call It Love, For At Your Age The Heyday In The Blood Is Tame