You Are No Better Than You Should

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.

As Men Do Walk A Mile, Women Should Talk An Hour, After Supper. 'tis Their Exercise.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.