Now What Is A Wedding? Well, Webster's

I Am A Part Of All That I Have Met. Yet, Experience Is An Arch Wherethro Gleams That Untravl'd World Whose Margin Fades Forever And Forever When I Move.

Toil Is The Lot Of All, And Bitter Woe The Fate Of Many.

A Man Dies Still If He Has Done Nothing, As One Who Has Done Much.

Now Son, You Don’t Want To Drink Beer. That’s For Daddies, And Kids With Fake Ids.

Most Grievous Of All Deaths It Is To Die Of Hunger.