If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

You Are Not Worth The Dust Which The Rude Wind Blows In Your Face.

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

The End Crowns All, And That Old Common Arbitrator, Time, Will One Day End It.