Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.

We Should Hold Day With The Antipodes, If You Would Walk In Absence Of The Sun.

Roses Have Thorns, And Silver Fountains Mud; Clouds And Eclipses Stain Both Moon And Sun, And Loathsome Canker Lies In Sweetest Bud. All Men Make Faults.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

One Fairer Than My Love? The All-seeing Sun Ne'er Saw Her Match Since First The World Begun.