Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.

Few Know The Use Of Life Before 'tis Past.

Second Thoughts, They Say, Are Best.

Ye Moon And Stars, Bear Witness To The Truth.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.