Good Hay, Sweet Hay, Hath No Fellow.

This Wimpled, Whining, Purblind, Wayward Boy, This Senior Junior, Giant Dwarf...cupid.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate

A Contract Of Eternal Bond Of Love, Confirm'd By Mutual Joinder Of Your Hands, Arrested By The Holy Close Of Lips, Strength'ned By The Interchangement Of Your Rings, And All The Ceremony Of This Compact Seal'd In My Function, By My Testimony.

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

Pray You Now, Forget And Forgive.