Better Three Hours Too Soon, Than One

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.

Travelers Must Be Content.

There's Not A Shirt And A Half In All My Company, And The Half Shirt Is Two Napkins Tacked Together And Thrown Over The Shoulders Like A Herald's Coat Without Sleeves.

She's Good, Being Gone.

I'll Speak In A Monstrous Little Voice.