A Thousand Moral Paintings I Can Show

There Lives Within The Very Flame Of Love A Kind Of Wick Or Snuff That Will Abate It.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

Now I Will Believe That There Are Unicorns.

Commit The Oldest Sins The Newest Kind Of Ways.

Thy Friendship Makes Us Fresh.