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Good Marriages Are Made In Heaven. Or Some Such Place.

Even At Our Birth, Death Does But Stand Aside A Little. And Every Day He Looks Toward Us And Muses Somewhat To Himself Whether That Day Or The Next He Will Draw Nigh.

Thomas More: ...and When The Last Law Was Down, And The Devil Turned Around On You--where Would You Hide, Roper, The Laws All Being Flat? This Country's Planted Thick With Laws From Coast To Coast--man's Laws, Not God's--and If You Cut Them Down...d'you Really Think You Could Stand Upright In The Winds That Would Blow Then? Yes, I'd Give The Devil Benefit Of Law, For My Own Safety's Sake.

Death Comes For Us All. Even For Kings He Comes.

Thomas More: Will, I'd Trust You With My Life. But Not Your Principles. You See, We Speak Of Being Anchored To Our Principles. But If The Weather Turns Nasty You Up With An Anchor And Let It Down Where There's Less Wind, And The Fishing's Better. And "look," We Say, "look, I'm Anchored! To My Principles!