Love Thrives Not In The Heart That

We Are The Lords Of All Eternity

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

When I Said I Would Die A Bachelor, I Did Not Think I Should Live Till I Were Married.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

Hot Lavender, Mints, Savory, Marjoram; The Marigold, That Goes To Bed Wi' The Sun, And With Him Rise Weeping.