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Christopher Marlowe Or Francis Bacon The Author Of Lear Remains Unshaken Willie Herbert Or Mary Fitton What Does It Matter? The Sonnets Were Written.

I Don't Believe In Astrology. The Only Stars I Can Blame For My Failures Are Those That Walk About The Stage.

Here Ends The Story Of A Ship, But There Will Always Be Other Ships, For We Are An Island Race. Through All Our Centuries, The Sea Has Ruled Our Destiny. There Will Always Be Other Ships And Men To Sail In Them. It Is These Men, In Peace Or War, To Whom We Owe So Much. Above All Victories, Beyond All Loss, In Spite Of Changing Values In A Changing World, They Give To Us, Their Countrymen, Eternal And Indomitable Pride.

How About Slipping Out Of Those Wet Things And Into A Dry Martini?

There Are Bad Times Just Around The Corner, There Are Dark Clouds Travelling Through The Sky, And It's No Good Whining, About A Silver Lining, For We Know From Experience They Won't Roll By...