The First And Last Frosts Are The

Take Heede Of Still Waters, The Quick Passe Away.

We Must Recoile A Little, To The End We May Leap The Better.

He That Lies With The Dogs, Riseth With Fleas.

Lord! Who Hath Praise Enough?

In Solitude, Be A Multitude To Thyself. Tibullus By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.