All Is Well Ended, If The Suit

Absence From Those We Love Is Self From Self - A Deadly Banishment.

Love All, Trust A Few, Do Wrong To None: Be Able For Thine Enemy Rather In Power Than Use; And Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key: Be Check'd For Silence, But Never Tax'd For Speech.

He Wears His Faith But As The Fashion Of His Hat.

I Can No Longer Live By Thinking.

I Had Rather Be A Toad, And Live Upon The Vapor Of A Dungeon Than Keep A Corner In The Thing I Love For Others Uses.