Good Luck Lies In Odd

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.

Let Me Not Live, After My Flame Lacks Oil, To Be The Snuff Of Younger Spirits.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

A Good Old Man, Sir. He Will Be Talking. As They Say, When The Age Is In, The Wit Is Out.

If Circumstances Lead Me, I Will Find Where Truth Is Hid, Though It Were Hid Indeed Within The Centre.