Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey

God Grant Us Patience!

Lovers And Madmen Have Such Seething Brains Such Shaping Fantasies, That Apprehend More Than Cool Reason Ever Comprehends.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.

If I Can Catch Him Once Upon The Hip, I Will Feed Fat The Ancient Grudge I Bear Him.

Every Why Hath A Wherefore.