What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes

You Are A Lover. Borrow Cupid's Wings And Soar With Them Above A Common Bound.

Let Him Smell His Way To Dover!

Plenty And Peace Breed Cowards; Hardness Ever Of Hardiness Is Mother.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

Love Yourself; And In That Love Not Unconsidered Leave Your Honor.