What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes

Better A Little Chiding Than A Great Deal Of Heartbreak.

Men's Evil Manners Live In Brass; Their Virtues We Write In Water.

I Had As Lief Have Been Myself Alone.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.

Graze On My Lips; And If Those Hills Be Dry, Stray Lower, Where The Pleasant Fountains Lie.