WHILE COURTING IS A PLEASURE AND PARTING IS GRIEF          

    A FALSE-HEARTED LOVER IS WORSE THAN A THIEF                      

   THE GRAVE WILL DECAY YOU, WILL TURN YOU TO DUST              

   ONLY ONE BOY OUT OF A HUNDRED A POOR GIRL CAN TRUST...

   THESE THOUGHTS TO BURN IN MINDS WISHING WELL                   

   PUT ME WHERE THE NORTH EAST WINDS BLOW FROM THE       

   SOUTH WEST CORNER OF HELL