Thrift, Thrift, Horatio! The Funeral Bak'd Meats

The Path Is Smooth That Leadeth On To Danger.

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

I'll Make Death Love Me; For I Will Contend Even With His Pestilent Scythe.

The Iron Tongue Of Midnight Hath Told Twelve Lovers, To Bed; 'tis Almost Fairy Time. I Fear We Shall Outstep The Coming Morn As Much As We This Night Over-watch'd.

I Can Express No Kinder Sign Of Love, Than This Kind Kiss.