Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.

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

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

If It Will Feed Nothing Else, It Will Feed My Revenge.

Frame Your Mind To Mirth And Merriment Which Bars A Thousand Harms And Lengthens Life.