Who Knows Himself A Braggart, Let Him

Thou Art A Very Ragged Wart.

Too Nice, And Yet Too True!

Well, Every One Can Master A Grief But He That Has It.

Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost.

I Do Profess To Be No Less Than I Seem; To Serve Him Truly That Will Put Me In Trust: To Love Him That Is Honest; To Converse With Him That Is Wise, And Says Little; To Fear Judgment; To Fight When I Cannot Choose; And To Eat No Fish.