If Not Yet Lost To All The

It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing Honey.

What Greater Glory Attends A Man Than What He Wins With His Racing Feet And His Striving Hands?

My Wife's Not Some Doobie To Be Passed Around! I Took A Vow On Our Wedding Day To Bogart Her For Life.

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

Sensitive Love Letters Are My Specialty. 'dear Baby, Welcome To Dumpsville. Population: You.'