Having Nothing, Nothing Can He Lose.

The Brain May Devise Laws For The Blood, But A Hot Temper Leaps O'er A Cold Decree.

There's Not A Shirt And A Half In All My Company, And The Half Shirt Is Two Napkins Tacked Together And Thrown Over The Shoulders Like A Herald's Coat Without Sleeves.

Th Abuse Of Greatness Is When It Disjoins Remorse From Power.

Love Is Not Love Which Alters When It Alteration Finds, Or Bends With The Remover To Remove. O, No! It Is An Ever-fixed Mark, That Looks On Tempests And Is Never Shaken. It Is The Star To Every Wandering Bark, Whose Worth's Unknown, Although His Height Be Taken.

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.