A Right Judgment Draws Us A Profit

Cease Thy Counsel, For Thy Words Fall Into My Ears As Priceless As Water Into A Seive.

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.

Juliet Is The East And I Am The Sun.

They May Seize On The White Wonder Of Dear Juliet's Hand And Steal Immortal Blessing From Her Lips, Who, Even In Pure And Vestal Modesty, Still Blush, As Thinking Their Own Kisses Sin.

I Like This Place And Could Willingly Waste My Time In It.