To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

Nothing Teems But Hateful Docks, Rough Thistles, Kecksies, Burs, Losing Both Beauty And Utility.

A Smile Cures The Wounding Of A Frown.

Trust Not Your Daughter's Minds By What You See Them Act.

For This, Be Sure, Tonight Thou Shalt Have Cramps, Side-stitches That Shall Pen Thy Breath Up. Urchins Shall Forth At Vast Of Night That They May Work All Exercise On Thee. Thou Shalt Be Pinched As Thick As Honeycomb, Each Pinch More Stinging Than Bees That Made 'em.

When Caesar Says, 'do This', It Is Performed.