When Lenity And Cruelty Play

A Good Heart Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun And Not The Moon, For It Shines Bright And Never Changes.

Company, Villainous Company, Hath Been The Spoil Of Me.

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

Stones Have Been Known To Move And Trees To Speak.

No Doubt They Rose Up Early To Observe The Rite Of May; And, Hearing Our Intent, Came Here In Grace Of Our Solemnity.