T'is True: There's Magic In

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.

Cheerily To Sea; The Signs Of War Advance: No King Of England, If Not King Of France

A Wild Dedication Of Yourselves To Undiscovered Waters, Undreamed Shores.

Besides, They Are Our Outward Consciences, And Preachers To Us All, Admonishing That We Should Drew Us Fairly For Our End.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.