And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony?

If I Must Die, I Will Encounter Darkness As A Bride, And Hug It In Mine Arms.

Some Say That Ever 'gainst The Season Comes Wherein Our Saviour's Birth Is Celebrated, The Bird Of Dawning Singeth All Night Long: And Then, They Say, No Spirit Can Walk Abroad; The Nights Are Wholesome; Then No Planets Strike, No Fairy Takes, Nor Wi

I Will Live In Thy Heart, Die In Thy Lap, And Be Buried In Thy Eyes—and Moreover, I Will Go With Thee To Thy Uncle’s.

There Is Nothing In The World So Much Like Prayer As Music Is. ~william Shakespeare

Of All The Flowers, Me Thinks A Rose Is Best.