A Lover's Eyes Will Gaze An Eagle

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

Love And Meekness, Lord, Become A Churchman Better Than Ambition: Win Straying Souls With Modesty Again, Cast None Away.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

My Grief Lies All Within, And These External Manners Of Lament Are Merely Shadows To The Unseen Grief That Swells With Silence In The Tortured Soul.

Tis Time To Fear When Tyrants Seem To Kiss.