An Honest Man's Word Is As Good

My Honor Is Dearer To Me Than My Life.

Tell Me What Company Thou Keepest And I'll Tell Thee What Thou Art.

She Fights And Vanquishes In Me, And I Live And Breathe In Her, And I Have Life And Being.

Poesy Is A Beauteous Damsel, Chaste, Honourable, Discreet, Witty, Retired, And Who Keeps Herself Within The Limits Of Propriety. She Is A Friend Of Solitude; Fountains Entertain Her, Meadows Console Her, Woods Free Her From Ennui, Flowers Delight Her; In Short, She Gives Pleasure And Instruction To All With Whom She Communicates.

But My Thoughts Ran A Wool-gathering; And I Did Like The Countryman, Who Looked For His Ass While He Was Mounted On His Back.