Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

The Private Wound Is Deepest. O Time Most Accurst, 'mongst All Foes That A Friend Should Be The Worst!

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

Tis Our Fast Intent To Shake All Cares And Business From Our Age, Conferring Them On Younger Strengths, While We Unburdened Crawl Toward Death.