Nothing's So Dainty Sweet As

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.

You Are No Better Than You Should Be.

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.