Travelers Never Did Lie, Though Fools At

Her Blood Is Settled, And Her Joints Are Stiff; Life And These Lips Have Long Been Separated: Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost Upon The Sweetest Flower Of All The Field.

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.

The Past Is Prologue.

In Thy Face I See The Map Of Honour, Truth And Loyalty.