The Weakest Kind Of Fruit Drops Earliest

And So, From Hour To Hour, We Ripe And Ripe. And Then, From Hour To Hour, We Rot And Rot; And Thereby Hangs A Tale.

On Rumor's Tongue Continual Slanders Ride.

If Thou Engrossest All The Griefs Are Thine, Thou Robb'st Me Of A Moiety.

Strikes Deeper, Grows With More Pernicious Root.

God Defend The Right.