The Worm Is Not To Be Trusted.

By Being Seldom Seen, I Could Not Stir But Like A Comet I Was Wondered At.

What I Have Done Is Yours; What I Have To Do Is Yours; Being Part In All I Have, Devoted Yours.

Not All The Water In The Rough Rude Sea Can Wash The Balm From An Anointed King.

A Nun Of Winter's Sisterhood Kisses Not More Religiously; The Very Ice Of Chastity Is In Them.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.