Your Date Is Better In Your Pie

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

I Love You More Than Word Can Wield The Matter, Dearer Than Eye-sight, Space And Liberty

They Are Hare-brain'd Slaves.

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?

This England Never Did, Nor Never Shall, Lie At The Proud Foot Of A Conqueror.