O Fortune, Fortune! All Men

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

I Can Counterfeit The Deep Tragedian; Speak And Look Back, And Pry On Every Side, Tremble And Start, At Wagging Of A Straw, Intending Deep Suspicion.

Beauty Provoketh Thieves Sooner Than Gold.

Security Is The Chief Enemy Of Mortals.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.