As Ill-luck Would Have It.

Well, There's A Remedy For All Things But Death, Which Will Be Sure To Lay Us Flat One Time Or Other.

Thank You For Nothing.

There Were No Embraces, Because Where There Is Great Love There Is Often Little Display Of It.

By The Streets Of 'by And By,' One Arrives At The House Of 'never'.

Wine In Excess Keeps Neither Secrets Nor Promises.