The Hint Half Guessed, The Gift Half

My Greatest Trouble Is Getting The Curtain Up And Down.

The Purpose Of Literature Is To Turn Blood Into Ink.

The True Church Can Never Fail. For It Is Based Upon A Rock.

Winter Kept Us Warm, Covering Earth In Forgetful Snow

No! I Am Not Prince Hamlet, Nor Was Meant To Be: Am An Attendant Lord, One That Will Do To Swell A Progress, Start A Scene Or Two, Advise The Prince.