Religious Canons, Civil Laws, Are Cruel; Then

Instead Of Weeping When A Tragedy Occurs In A Songbird's Life, It Sings Away Its Grief. I Believe We Could Well Follow The Pattern Of Our Feathered Friends.

Thou Shouldst Not Have Been Old Till Thou Hadst Been Wise.

What's Past And What's To Come Is Strew'd With Husks And Formless Ruin Of Oblivion.

Oh, She Doth Teach The Torches To Burn Bright!

You Cannot, Sir, Take From Me Any Thing That I Will More Willingly Part Withal: Except My Life, Except My Life, Except My Life.