As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Let No Man Fear To Die, We Love To Sleep All, And Death Is But The Sounder Sleep.

As High As Heaven, As Deep As Hell.