Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest

Then Happy I That Love And Am Beloved, Where I May Not Remove Nor Be Removed.

Good Wine Needs No Bush.

A Table-full Of Welcome!

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate