What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots

O, Train Me Not, Sweet Mermaid, With Thy Note, To Drown Me In Thy Sister’s Flood Of Tears.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

Omission To Do What Is Necessary Seals A Commission To A Blank Of Danger; And Danger, Like An Ague, Subtly Taints Even Then When We Sit Idly In The Sun.

Sleep Knits Up The Raveled Sleeve Of Care.

They Met So Near With Their Lips That Their Breaths Embraced Together.