Knavery's Plain Face Is Never Seen Till

Bid Me Run, And I Will Strive With Things Impossible.

You Jig, You Amble, And You Lisp.

Thus Weary Of The World, Away She Hies, And Yokes Her Silver Doves; By Whose Swift Aid Their Mistress Mounted Through The Empty Skies In Her Light Chariot Quickly Is Convey'd; Holding Their Course To Paphos, Where Their Queen Means To Immure Herself And Not Be Seen.

Do Thou Amend Thy Face, And I'll Amend My Life.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.