Making Night Hideous.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them

Truly Thou Art Damned, Like An Ill-roasted Egg, All On One Side.

I Am Wealthy In My Friends.

Sweet Love! Sweet Lines! Sweet Life! Here Is Her Hand, The Agent Of Her Heart; Here Is Her Oath For Love, Her Honour's Pawn

Dost Thou Love Hawking? Thou Hast Hawks Will Soar Above The Morning Lark.