Their Lips Were Four Red Roses On

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

Speak On, But Be Not Over-tedious.

Thou Weigh'st Thy Words Before Thou Givest Them Breath.

This Most Excellent Canopy, The Air, Look You, This Brave O-erhanging Firmament, This Majestical Roof Fretted With Golden Fire.

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.