And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth

In Scorn Of Nature, Art Gave Lifeless Life.

There's Such Divinity Doth Hedge A King That Treason Can But Peep To What It Would.

Her Blood Is Settled, And Her Joints Are Stiff; Life And These Lips Have Long Been Separated: Death Lies On Her Like An Untimely Frost Upon The Sweetest Flower Of All The Field.

When We Mean To Build, We First Survey The Plot, Then Draw The Model; And When We See The Figure Of The House, Then Must We Rate The Cost Of The Erection.

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.