A Man Should Be What He Seems.

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

Thou Art Thy Mother's Glass, And She In Thee Calls Back The Lovely April Of Her Prime...

Against Self-slaughter There Is A Prohibition So Divine That Cravens My Weak Hand.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.