If You Have Tears, Prepare

Liberty Plucks Justice By The Nose; The Baby Beats The Nurse, And Quite Athwart Goes All Decorum.

Enough No More; Tis Not So Sweet Now As It Was Before.

He Is The Half Part Of A Blessed Man, Left To Be Finished By Such As She; And She A Fair Divided Excellence, Whose Fullness Of Perfection Lies In Him.

I Dote On His Very Absence.

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.