The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up

Like The Lily That Once Was Mistress Of The Field And Flourished, I'll Hang My Head And Perish.

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.

What Can Be Avoided Whose End Is Purposed By The Mighty Gods?

Under The Greenwood Tree, Who Loves To Lie With Me And Tune His Merry Note, Unto The Sweet Bird's Throat; Come Hither, Come Hither, Come Hither. Here Shall He See No Enemy But Winter And Rough Weather.