I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

A Woman Moved Is Like A Fountain Troubled, Muddy, Ill-seeming, Thick, Bereft Of Beauty.

And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

Wise Men Ne'er Sit And Wail Their Woes, But Presently Prevent The Ways To Wail.

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Cursed Be He That Moves My Bones.