Were All The Letters Sun, I Could

He That Dies This Year Is Quit For The Next.

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.

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

Is Not The Truth The Truth?

Knit Your Hearts With An Unslipping Knot.