With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles

To Whom God Will, There Be The Victory.

Thy Best Of Rest Is Sleep, And That Thou Oft Provok'st; Yet Grossly Fear'st Thy Death, Which Is No More.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.

You Are An Alchemist; Make Gold Of That.

We Bring Forth Weeds When Our Quick Minds Lie Still.