Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And

All The World's A Stage ... And You Better Have A Zoning Variance Or It's Coming Down.

Blind Is His Love, And Best Befits The Dark.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

Talkers Are No Good Doers.

The Will Of Man Is By His Reason Sway'd.