The Peace Of Heaven Is Theirs That

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

Is There No Respect Of Place, Persons, Nor Time In You?

The Chameleon Love Can Feed On The Air

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

Thou Hast Her, France; Let Her Be Thine, For We Have No Such Daughter, Nor Shall Ever See That Face Of Hers Again. Therefore Be Gone Without Our Grace, Our Love, Our Benison.