There Is, In Fact, No Law Or

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.

The Cardinal Is At His Wit's End - It Is True That He Had Not Far To Go.

No Hand Can Make The Clock Strike For Me The Hours That Are Passed.

I Have A Passion For The Name Of "mary," For Once It Was A Magic Sound To Me, And Still It Half Calls Up The Realms Of Fairy, Where I Beheld What Never Was To Be.

Age Shakes Athena's Tower, But Spares Gray Marathon.