Thou Ever Young, Fresh, Lov'd,

But Thy Eternal Summer Shall Not Fade.

The Sight Of Lovers Feedeth Those In Love.

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

O,speak To Me No More;these Words Like Daggers Enter My Ears.(a Fancy Way Of Saying Shut Up!)" — William Shakespeare "hamlet

The Tartness Of His Face Sours Ripe Grapes.