Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowledge Mine.

He Is Not Worthy Of The Honey-comb, That Shuns The Hives Because The Bees Have Stings.

Words Spoken Can Not Be Recalled So Think Twice Before You Speak.