Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Put Money In Thy Purse.

Tongues I'll Hang On Every Tree That Shall Civil Sayings Show. . . .

Let's Teach Ourselves That Honorable Stop, Not To Outsport Discretion.

The Sweets We Wish For, Turn To Loathed Sours, Even In The Moment That We Call Them Ours.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!