A Despairing Heart Is The True Prophet

A Lamb Appears A Lion, And We Fear Each Bush We See's A Bear.

Temper Your Enjoyments With Prudence, Lest There Be Written On Your Heart That Fearful Word 'satiety.'

Sweet Tastes Have Sour Closes; And He Repents On Thorns That Sleeps In Beds Of Roses.

If Thy Daughter Marry Well, Thou Hast Found A Son; If Not, Thou Hast Lost A Daughter.

I Here Present Thee With A Hive Of Bees, Laden Some With Wax, And Some With Honey. Fear Not To Approach! There Are No Wasps, There Are No Hornets Here. If Some Wanton Bee Chance To Buzz About Thine Ears, Stand Thy Ground And Hold Thy Hands-there's None Will Sting Thee, If Thou Strike Not First. If Any Do, She Hath Honey In Her Bag Will Cure Thee Too.