There Is A History In All Men's

Do Not Spread The Compost On The Weeds.

When The Mind's Free, The Body's Delicate.

The Patient Must Minister To Himself

Being Daily Swallowed By Men's Eyes, They Surfeited With Honey And Began To Loathe The Taste Of Sweetness, Whereof A Little More Than A Little Is By Much Too Much. So, When He Had Occasion To Be Seen, He Was But As The Cuckoo Is In June. Heard, Not Regarded.

Take But Degree Away, Untune That String, And Hark, What Discord Follows!