When I Waked, I Cried

A Pal Is One That Is Aware You While You Are, Understands Where You Have Already Been, Accepts Whatever You Are Becoming, And Continue To, Carefully Means That You Can Develop.

Madness In Great Ones Must Not Unwatched Go.

Mercy But Murders, Pardoning Those That Kill.

But There Is No Such Man; For, Brother, Men Can Counsel And Speak Comfort To That Grief Which They Themselves Not Feel; But, Tasting It, Their Counsel Turns To Passion, Which Before Would Give Preceptial Medicine To Rage, Fetter Strong Madness In A Silken Thread, Charm Ache With Air And Agony With Words.

Haply A Woman's Voice May Do Some Good When Articles Too Nicely Urged Be Stood On.