And Simple Truth Miscalled Simplicity

Their Savage Eyes Turned To A Modest Gaze By The Sweet Power Of Music.

If There Be No Great Love In The Beginning, Yet Heaven May Decrease It Upon Better Acquaintance, When We Are Married And Have More Occasion To Know One Another: I Hope, Upon Familiarity Will Grow More Contempt.

It Was Always Yet The Trick Of Our English Nation, If They Have A Good Thing, To Make It Too Common.

The Pow'r That I Have On You Is To Spare You; The Malice Towards You To Forgive You.

Confusion Now Hath Made His Masterpiece.