Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A

Is This A Dagger Which I See Before Me, The Handle Toward My Hand?

There's Not A Shirt And A Half In All My Company, And The Half Shirt Is Two Napkins Tacked Together And Thrown Over The Shoulders Like A Herald's Coat Without Sleeves.

Forbear To Judge, For We Are Sinners All.

For Love, Thou Know'st, Is Full Of Jealousy

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.