Hurry No Man's Cattle; You May Come

Thou And I Are But The Blind Instruments Of Some Irresistible Fatality, That Hurries Us Along, Like Goodly Vessels Driving Before The Storm, Which Are Dashed Against Each Other, And So Perish.

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

Give Me An Honest Laugher.

A Few Drops Sprinkled On The Torch Of Love Make The Flame Blaze The Brighter.

If You Keep A Thing Seven Years, You Are Sure To Find A Use For It.