Journeys End In Lovers Meeting.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.

Death Is A Fearful Thing.

O Gentle Son, Upon The Heat And Flame Of Thy Distemper, Sprinkle Cool Patience.