Both Wit And Understanding Are

All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure Seems Sweet, But Proves A Glass Of Bitters

Ill Fares The Land, To Hastening Ills A Prey, Where Wealth Accumulates, And Men Decay.

[t]here Are Depths Of Thousands Of Miles Which Are Hidden From Our Inquiry. The Only Tidings We Have From Those Unfathomable Regions Are By Means Of Volcanoes, Those Burning Mountains That Seem To Discharge Their Materials From The Lowest Abysses Of The Earth.

But Winter Lingering Chills The Lap Of May.

A Man's Own Heart Must Ever Be Given To Gain That Of Another.