Smooth Runs The Water Where The Brook

What, No More Ceremony? See, My Women! Against The Blown Rose May They Stop Their Nose That Kneel'd Unto The Buds.

Dream In Light Years, Challenge Miles, Walk Step By Step

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

I Am Now Of All Humors That Have Showed Themselves Humors Since The Old Days Of Goodman Adam To The Pupil Age Of This Present Twelve O'clock At Midnight.

Unbidden Guests Are Often Welcomest When They Are Gone.