Tis A Cruelty To Load A Fallen

Nothing Can Seem Foul To Those Who Win.

My Cake Is Dough, But I'll In Among The Rest, Out Of Hope Of All But My Share Of The Feast.

Drown Thyself? Drown Cats And Blind Puppies.

But The Strong Base And Building Of My Love Is As The Very Centre Of The Earth, Drawing All Things To It.

Tis Beauty That Doth Oft Make Women Proud; But, God He Knows, Thy Share Thereof Is Small.