Mirth Cannot Move A Soul In Agony.

This Is His Uncle's Teaching, This Worcester, Malevolent To You In All Aspects, Which Makes Him Prune Himself And Bristle Up The Crest Of Youth Against Your Dignity.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

They Are But Beggars That Can Count Their Worth.

All The World's A Stage ... And You Better Have A Zoning Variance Or It's Coming Down.

All The Perfumes Of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This Little Hand! Oh, Oh, Oh!