It [revenge] Is Sweeter Far Than Flowing

For Love Deceives The Best Of Woman Kind.

And Empty Words Are Evil.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

I Only Hope Those Rumors I Hear About What Goes On In Prison Are Greatly Exaggerated.