Liking Is Not Always The Child Of

What Is Mine, Even To My Life, Is Hers I Love; But The Secret Of My Friend Is Not Mine!

There Is Little Hope Of Equity Where Rebellion Reigns.

Friendship Is Made Fast By Interwoven Benefits.

Vice Is But A Nurse Of Agonies.

High Honor Is Not Only Gotten And Born By Pain And Danger, But Must Be Nursed By The Like, Else It Vanisheth As Soon As It Appears To The World.