It Is Cruelty In War That Buyeth

I Seek No Better Warrant Than My Own, Conscience.

O Sweet Woods, The Delight Of Solitariness!

**did You Realize How Much A Kiss Says, Philip???** Oh My Angel I Doooo....a Kiss Is The Beginning Of, Middle To, And End Of Most Things I Love About Life.

Who Will Adhere To Him That Abandons Himself?

The Highest Point Outward Things Can Bring Unto, Is The Contentment Of The Mind; With Which No Estate Can Be Poor, Without Which All Estates Will Be Miserable.