Love In A Hut, With Water And

I Have Good Reason To Be Content, For Thank God I Can Read And Perhaps Understand Shakespeare To His Depths.

So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And Make A Moan Upon The Midnight Hours.

Philosophy Will Clip An Angel's Wings.

Heard Melodies Are Sweet, But Those Unheard Are Sweeter; Therefore, Ye Soft Pipes, Play On; Not To The Sensual Ear, But, More Endear'd, Pipe To The Spirit Ditties Of No Tone.

I Want A Brighter Word Than Bright