He That Sleeps Feels Not The Tooth-ache

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

Then Come Kiss Me, Sweet And Twenty.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots Govern The Blind.

If This Were Played Upon A Stage Now, I Could Condemn It As An Improbable Fiction.