Wisely Weigh Our Sorrow With Our Comfort.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Do All Men Kill The Things They Do Not Love?

Give Every Man Thine Ear, But Few Thy Voice; Take Each Man's Censure, But Reserve Thy Judgment.

Full Of Wise Saws And Modern Instances.

Farewell, Fair Cruelty.