Treason Is Greatest Where Trust Is Greatest.

Love Is Love's Reward.

Dreams Are But Interludes, Which Fancy Makes; When Monarch Reason Sleeps, This Mimic Wakes.

Death In Itself Is Nothing; But We Fear To Be We Know Not What, We Know Not Where.

If You Are For A Merry Jaunt, I Will Try, For Once, Who Can Foot It Farthest.

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.