A Little Water Clears Us Of This

Hardness Ever Of Hardness Is Mother.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

This Is The Very Ecstasy Of Love, Whose Violent Property Ordoes Itself And Leads The Will To Desperate Undertakings.

There's A Time For All Things.