Come Give Us A Taste Of Your

Awake, Dear Heart, Awake. Thou Hast Slept Well. Awake.

That, Sir, Which Serves And Seeks For Gain, And Follows But For Form, Will Pack, When It Begins To Rain, And Leave Thee In A Storm.

One Sees More Devils Than Vast Hell Can Hold

A Light Heart Lives Long.

A Happy Ending Cannot Come In The Middle Of The Story