Ring Out Your Bells! Let

To Be Rhymed To Death As Is Said To Be Done In Ireland.

High Honor Is Not Only Gotten And Born By Pain And Danger, But Must Be Nursed By The Like, Else It Vanisheth As Soon As It Appears To The World.

Every Present Occasion Will Catch The Senses Of The Vain Man; And With That Bridle And Saddle You May Ride Him.

**did You Realize How Much A Kiss Says, Philip???** Oh My Angel I Doooo....a Kiss Is The Beginning Of, Middle To, And End Of Most Things I Love About Life.

Valor Is Abased By Too Much Loftiness.