Some Falls The Means Are Happier To

I Have Been Long A Sleeper; But I Trust My Absence Doth Neglect No Great Design Which By My Presence Might Have Been Concluded.

Lady, You Know No Rules Of Charity, Which Renders Good For Bad, Blessings For Curses.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

The Lowest Ebb Is The Turn Of The Tide. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow We Are Such Stuff As Dreams Are Made Of.

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.