Faith, I Have Been A Truant In

It's Easy For Someone To Joke About Scars If They've Never Been Cut.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.

That You Were Once Unkind Befriends Me Now, And For That Sorrow, Which I Then Did Feel, Needs Must I Under My Transgression Bow, Unless My Nerves Were Brass Or Hammered Steel.

I Am As True As Truth's Simplicity, And Simpler Than The Infancy Of Truth.

The Appurtenance Of Welcome Is Fashion And Ceremony.