That He Is Gentil That Doth Gentil

How Potent Is The Fancy! People Are So Impressionable, They Can Die Of Imagination.

Ther Nis No Werkman, Whatsoevere He Be, That May Bothe Werke Wel And Hastily.

Certain, When I Was Born, So Long Ago, Death Drew The Tap Of Life And Let It Flow; And Ever Since The Tap Has Done Its Task, And Now There's Little But An Empty Cask.

Truth Is The Highest Thing That Man May Keep.

The Handsome Gifts That Fate And Nature Lend Us Most Often Are The Very Ones That End Us.