Love Loves To Love Love.

A Woman Loses A Charm With Every Pin She Takes Out.

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.

Old Father, Old Artificer, Stand Me Now And Ever In Good Stead.

So You Need Hardly Spell Me How Every Word Will Be Bound Over To Carry Three Score And Ten Toptypsical Readings Throughout The Book Of Doublends Jined.

Whatever Else Is Unsure In This Stinking Dunghill Of A World A Mother's Love Is Not.