Wishers Were Ever Fools.

Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?

Temptation: The Fiend At My Elbow.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.