O, How Full Of Briers Is This

There's An Old Saying That Applies To Me: You Can't Lose A Game If You Don't Play The Game. (act 1, Scene 4)

Courage And Comfort, All Shall Yet Go Well

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

The Crow Doth Sing As Sweetly As The Lark When Neither Is Attended; And I Think The Nightingale, If She Should Sing By Day When Every Goose Is Cackling, Would Be Thought No Better A Musician Than The Wren. How Many Thing By Season Seasoned Are To Their Right Praise And True Perfection!