Pine Needle Sorbet? Pine Needle Sorbet?! My

Few Sons Attain The Praise Of Their Great Sires And Most Their Sires Disgrace.

Don't Mess With The Dead, Boy, They Have Eerie Powers.

There Is Nothing More Dread And More Shameless Than A Woman Who Plans Such Deeds In Her Heart As The Foul Deed Which She Plotted When She Contrived Her Husband's Murder.

Heaven Hears And Pities Hapless Men Like Me, For Sacred Ev'n To Gods Is Misery.

Our Fruitless Labours Mourn, And Only Rich In Barren Fame Return.