An Honest Man, Sir, Is Able To

Be Cheerful; Wipe Thine Eyes: Some Falls Are Means The Happier To Arise

Dream On, Dream On, Of Bloody Deeds And Death.

Silence Is The Perfect Herald Of Joy.

A Contract Of Eternal Bond Of Love, Confirm'd By Mutual Joinder Of Your Hands, Arrested By The Holy Close Of Lips, Strength'ned By The Interchangement Of Your Rings, And All The Ceremony Of This Compact Seal'd In My Function, By My Testimony.

Out, Damned Spot! Out, I Say!