They Were Devils Incarnate.

There's Little Of The Melancholy Element In Her, My Lord: She Is Never Sad But When She Sleeps; And Not Ever Sad Then; For I Have Heard My Daughter Say, She Hath Often Dreamt Of Unhappiness, And Waked Herself With Laughing.

The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Can Afford Is A Spotless Reputation.

Piece Out Our Imperfections With Your Thoughts.

God, The Best Maker Of All Marriages, Combine Your Hearts Into One.

Light And Lust Are Deadly Enemies.