Thou Art All The Comfort, The Gods

This Is The Third Time; I Hope Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers. Away; Go. They Say There Is Divinity In Odd Numbers, Either In Nativity, Chance, Or Death.

There Are A Sort Of Men, Whose Visages Do Cream And Mantle, Like A Standing Pond; And Do A Willful Stillness Entertain, With Purpose To Be Dressed In An Opinion Of Wisdom, Gravity Profound Conceit; As Who Should Say, I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark!

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.