We Control Fifty Percent Of A Relationship.

Now I Will Show Myselfto Have More Of The Serpent Than The Dove;that Is--more Knave Than Fool.

Come Live With Me And Be My Love, And We Will All The Pleasures Prove, That Valleys, Groves, Hills, And Fields, Woods, Or Steepy Mountain Yields.

What Are Kings, When Regiment Is Gone, But Perfect Shadows In A Sunshine Day?

Hell Hath No Limits, Nor Is Circumscribed In One Self Place, For Where We Are Is Hell, And Where Hell Is There Must We Ever Be.

Jigging Veins Of Rhyming Mother Wits.