For Here, I Hope, Begins Our Lasting

Better A Witty Fool Than A Foolish Wit.

Read O'er This And After, This, And Then To Breakfast With What Appetite You Have.

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

Yet Who Would Have Thought The Old Man To Have Had So Much Blood In Him? - Lady Macbeth

Love Like A Shadow Flies When Substance Love Pursues Pursuing That That Flies, And Flying What Pursues.