For Wherein Is Life Sweet To Him

Words Are The Physicians Of A Mind Diseased.

For Sufferers It Is Sweet To Know Before-hand Clearly The Pain That Still Remains For Them.

A Man Dies Not For The Many Wounds That Pierce His Breast, Unless It Be That Life's End Keep Pace With Death, Nor By Sitting On His Hearth At Home Doth He The More Escape His Appointed Doom.

For A Murderous Blow Let Murderous Blow Atone.

What Is There More Kindly Than The Feeling Between Host And Guest?