If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It

Mend When Thou Canst; Be Better At Thy Leisure.

Never Anything Can Be Amiss, When Simpleness And Duty Tender It.

And In Some Perfumes There Is More Delight Than In The Breath That From My Mistress Reeks. I Love To Hear Her Speak, Yet Well I Know That Music Hath A Far More Pleasing Sound.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.