Sweets To The Sweet.

The Glowworm Shows The Matin To Be Near And Gins To Pale His Uneffectual Fire.

This Is A Way To Kill A Wife With Kindness.

I Have Supped Full With Horrors.

Beware The Ides Of March.

All Gold And Silver Rather Turn To Dirt, An 'tis No Better Reckoned But Of These Who Worship Dirty Gods.