A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In

I'll Be Damned For Never A King's Son In Christendom.

How Oft The Sight Of Means To Do Ill Deeds Makes Ill Deeds Done!

Sir, The Year Growing Ancient, Not Yet On Summer's Death Nor On The Birth Of Trembling Winter, The Fairest Flowers O' Th' Season Are Our Carnations And Streaked Gillyvors, Which Some Call Nature's Bastards.

My Love Is Strengthen'd, Though More Weak In Seeming; I Love Not Less, Though Less The Show Appear: That Love Is Merchandised Whose Rich Esteeming The Owner's Tongue Doth Publish Every Where.

Truth Is Truth To The End Of Reckoning.