An Old Black Ram Is

Now Join Your Hands, And With Your Hands Your Hearts.

Let's Take The Instant By The Forward Top; For We Are Old, And On Our Quick'st Decrees The Inaudible And Noiseless Foot Of Time Steals Ere We Can Effect Them.

Women Are As Roses, Whose Fair Flower, Being Once Displayed, Doth Fall That Very Hour.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

I Would Not Wish Any Companion In The World But You.