What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak

Upon Thy Cheek I Lay This Zealous Kiss, As Seal To The Indenture Of My Love.

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

To Be Direct And Honest Is Not Safe.

How Much Better Is It To Weep At Joy Than To Joy At Weeping?