Sigh No More Ladies, Sigh

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbl'd Shore, So Do Our Minutes, Hasten To Their End.

O, What Damned Minutes Tells He O'er Who Dotes, Yet Doubts, Suspects, Yet Fondly Loves!

This Above All; To Thine Own Self Be True.

The Sweat Of Industry Would Dry And Die, But For The End It Works To.

Women's Weapons, Water-drops.