Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow

Divers Philosophers Hold That The Lips Is Parcel Of The Mouth.

Examine Well Your Blood.

So May He Rest, His Faults Lie Gently On Him!

And So, From Hour To Hour, We Ripe And Ripe. And Then, From Hour To Hour, We Rot And Rot; And Thereby Hangs A Tale.

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See