O, Spirit Of Love, How Quick And

And Yet,to Say The Truth, Reason And Love Keep Little Company Together Nowadays.

It Is Silliness To Live When To Live Is Torment, And Then Have We A Prescription To Die When Death Is Our Physician.

What's Done Is Done. The Joy Is In The Doing.

Lilies That Fester Smell Far Worse Than Weeds.

The Man That Hath No Music In Himself