Some Smack Of Age In

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.

Do Not, As Some Ungracious Pastors Do, Show Me The Steep And Thorny Way To Heaven; Whilst, Like A Puff'd And Reckless Libertine, Himself The Primrose Path Of Dalliance Treads And Recks Not His Own Read.

Grief Makes One Hour Ten.

Look Like The Innocent Flower, But Be The Serpent Under It.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.