A Man Separated From His Reflective Belt

Laws Without Morals Are In Vain.

There Are No Ugly Loves Nor Handsome Prisons.

Nor Eye In A Letter, Nor Hand In A Purse, Nor Ear In The Secret Of Another.

Cut The Wings Of Your Hens And Hopes, Lest They Lead You A Weary Dance After Them.

Three May Keep A Secret, If Two Of Them Are Dead.