Our Very Eyes Are Sometimes, Like Our

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me No Prouds.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

Such Men As He Be Never At Heart's Ease Whiles They Behold A Greater Than Themselves, And Therefore Are They Very Dangerous.

Before The Curing Of A Strong Disease, Even In The Instant Of Repair And Health, The Fit Is Strongest. Evils That Take Leave, On Their Departure Most Of All Show Evil.