Who Wooed In Haste, And Means To

The Heavens Themselves, The Planets, And This Centre Observe Degree, Priority, And Place, Insisture, Course, Proportion, Season, Form, Office, And Custom, In All Line Of Order.

Let Me Be That I Am And Seek Not To Alter Me.

There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

Good Lord, For Alliance! Thus Goes Every One To The World But I, And I Am Sunburnt; I May Sit In A Corner And Cry Heigh-ho For A Husband!

The Best Quarrels, In The Heat, Are Cursed By Those That Feel Their Sharpness.