Chance Works For Us When

See Ye Not, Courtesy Is The True Alchemy, Turning To Gold All It Touches And Tries?

Heiresses Are Never Jilted.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

Full Lasting Is The Song, Though He, / The Singer, Passes.

Caricature Is Rough Truth.