What's Gone, And What's Past Help, Should

I Had Rather Live With Cheese And Garlic In A Windmill.

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

Affection Faints Not Like A Pale-faced Coward, But Then Woos Best When Most His Choice Is Froward.

This Blessed Plot, This Earth, This Realm, This England.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.