The One I Love Is The Son

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get.

The Villany You Teach Me I Shall Execute; And It Shall Go Hard But I Will Better The Instruction.

Love Goes Toward Love As Schoolboys From Their Books, But Love From Love, Toward School With Heavy Looks.

Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.

The Nature Of Bad News Affects The Teller.