Yon Grey Lines That Fret The Clouds

'tis Best To Weigh The Enemy More Mighty Than He Seems.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

Look, How This Ring Encompasseth Thy Finger, Even So Thy Breast Encloseth My Poor Heart; Wear Both Of Them, For Both Of Them Are Thine.

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

Your Worm Is Your Only Emperor For Diet; We Fat All Creatures Else To Fat Us, And We Fat Ourselves For Maggots.