When We Our Betters See Bearing Our

Good Morrow, 'tis Saint Valentine's Day, All In The Morn Betime, And I A Maid At Your Window, To Be Your Valentine.

Be Not Afraid Of Greatness.

The Empty Vessel Makes The Loudest Sound.

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

I Hate The Murderer, Love Him Murdered.