For God's Sake Hold Your Tongue, And

The World Is A Great Volume, And Man The Index Of That Book; Even In The Body Of Man, You May Turn To The Whole World.

Oh Do Not Die, For I Shall Hate All Women So, When Thou Art Gone.

We Give Each Other A Smile With A Future In It

As Virtuous Men Pass Mildly Away, And Whisper To Their Souls To Go, Whilst Some Of Their Sad Friends Do Say, The Breath Goes Now, And Some Say No.

The Flea, Though He Kill None, He Does All The Harm He Can.