A Merry Heart Goes All The Way,

Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!

Give Me To Drink Mandragora.

For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting Joy.