Thou Art As Wise As Thou Art

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

We Cannot All Be Masters, Nor All Masters Cannot Be Truly Followed.

Alack, There Lies More Peril In Thine Eye Than Twenty Of Their Swords: Look Thou But Sweet, And I Am Proof Against Their Enmity.

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.

How Lush And Lusty The Grass Looks! How Green!