Once Upon A Time There Was A

The Prince, Charmed With These Words, And Much More With The Manner In Which They Were Spoken, Knew Not How To Show His Joy And Gratitude; He Assured Her That He Loved Her Better Than He Did Himself.

For You Know That I Myself Am A Labyrinth, Where One Easily Gets Lost.

The Next Day The Two Sisters Went To The Ball, And So Did Cinderella, But Dressed More Magnificently Than Before. The King's Son Was Always By Her Side, And His Pretty Speeches To Her Never Ceased.

The Less There Is Of Eloquence, The More There Is Of Love.

After A Hundred Years The Son Of The King Then Reigning, Who Was Of Another Family From That Of The Sleeping Princess, Was A-hunting On That Side Of The Country, And He Asked What Those Towers Were Which He Saw In The Middle Of A Great Thick Wood.