A Lion Among Ladies Is A Most

The Most Peerless Piece Of Earth, I Think, That E' Er The Sun Shone Bright On.

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

Desperate Times Breed Desperate Measures

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

Fill All Thy Bones With Aches.