Maids Want Nothing But Husbands, And When

It Comes To Pass Oft That A Terrible Oath, With A Swaggering Accent Sharply Twanged Off, Gives Manhood More Approbation Than Ever Proof Itself Would Have Earned Him.

Your Lordship, Though Not Clean Past Your Youth, Have Yet Some Smack Of Age In You, Some Relish Of The Saltiness Of Time.

I Would We Were All Of One Mind, And One Mind Good.

You Told A Lie, An Odious Damned Lie; Upon My Soul, A Lie, A Wicked Lie.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.