But Shall We Wear These Glories For

She Is Your Treasure, She Must Have A Husband; I Must Dance Bare-foot On Her Wedding Day, And, For Your Love To Her, Lead Apes In Hell.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

Care Is No Cure, But Rather Corrosive, For Things That Are Not To Be Remedied.

The Venom Clamours Of A Jealous Woman Poison More Deadly Than A Mad Dog's Tooth.