Pity Melts The Mind To

For Truth Has Such A Face And Such A Mien, As To Be Loved Needs Only To Be Seen.

Among Our Crimes Oblivion May Be Set.

He Who Trusts Secrets To A Servant Makes Him His Master

I'm A Little Wounded, But I Am Not Slain; I Will Lay Me Down To Bleed A While. Then I'll Rise And Fight Again.

Griefs Assured Are Felt Before They Come.