Our Lives Are But Our Marches To

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

Nose, Nose, Jolly Red Nose,and Who Gave Thee That Jolly Red Nose?nutmegs And Ginger, Cinammon And Cloves;and They Gave Me This Jolly Red Nose.

It Is More Noble By Silence To Avoid An Injury Than By Argument To Overcome It.

Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As Lovely Melancholy.

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.