Parting Is Such Sweet Sorrow

Don't Trust The Person Who Has Broken Faith Once.

We All Are Men, In Our Own Natures Frail, And Capable Of Our Flesh; Few Are Angels.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.

Yet Writers Say, As In The Sweetest Bud The Eating Canter Dwells, So Eating Love Inhabits In The Finest Wits Of All.

Old Fashions Please Me Best; I Am Not So Nice To Change True Rules For Odd Inventions.