Every Why Has A Wherefore.

Bait The Hook Well. This Fish Will Bite.

'tis Brief, My Lord...as Woman's Love.

Sorrow Breaks Seasons And Reposing Hours, Makes The Night Morning, And The Noontide Night.

It Is Meant That Noble Minds Keep Ever With Their Likes; For Who So Firm That Cannot Be Seduced.

Boldness Be My Friend.