And I Will Make It Felony To

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.

Diseased Nature Oftentimes Breaks Forth In Strange Eruptions.

When You Do Dance, I Wish You A Wave O' The Sea, That You Might Ever Do Nothing But That.

As Many Arrows, Loosed Several Ways, Come To One Mark...so Many A Thousand Actions, Once Afoot, End In One Purpose.

Have More Than You Show, Speak Less Than You Know.