When I Waked, I Cried To Dream

What's In A Name? That Which We Call A Rose By Any Other Name Would Smell As Sweet.

Honesty Is The Best Policy. If I Lose Mine Honor, I Lose Myself.

The Setting Sun, And The Music At The Close, As The Last Taste Of Sweets, Is Sweetest Last, Writ In Rememberance More Than Long Things Past.

Alas, That Love, Whose View Is Muffled Still, Should Without Eyes See Pathways To His Will!

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.