Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.

However Wickedness Outstrips Men, It Has No Wings To Fly From God.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster; But I'll Take My Oath On It, Till He Have Made An Oyster Of Me He Shall Never Make Me Such A Fool.

If Our Virtues Did Not Go Forth Of Us, It Were All Alike As If We Had Them Not.

O, My Offence Is Rank, It Smells To Heaven