Things Are Often Spoke And Seldom Meant.

Things Base And Vile, Holding No Quantity, Love Can Transpose To Form And Dignity

Thou Art The Best O' The Cut-throats

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.

I Am Not In The Giving Vein Today.

The Violence Of Either Grief Or Joy, Their Own Enactures With Themselves Destroy.