To Make A Happy Fireside Clime To

His Locked, Lettered, Braw Brass Collar, Shewed Him The Gentleman And Scholar.

On Earth, Discord! A Gloomy Heaven Above, Opening Her Jealous Gates To The Nineteen Thousandth Part Of The Tithe Of Mankind! And Below, An Inescapable & Inexorable Hell, Expanding Its Leviathan Jaws For The Vast Residue Of Mortals!

That Hour O' Night's Black Arch The Keystane.

Pharmaceutical Projects Are Like Fresh Fruit - They Depreciate If They Are Not Tended To, And They Do Poorly If Sitting On The Shelf With Long Periods Of Inactivity.

The Lightly-jumping, Glowrin' Trouts, That Thro' My Waters Play.