Never Play With The Feelings Of Others,

Grace Me No Grace, Nor Uncle Me No Uncle.

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

With Mirth And Laughter Let Old Wrinkles Come. And Let My Liver Rather Heat With Wine, Than My Heart Cool With Mortifying Groans.

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

Honor's Thought Reigns Solely In The Breast Of Every Man.