The Apprehension Of The Good

From This Day Forward Until The End Of The World...we In It Shall Be Remembered...we Band Of Brothers.

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

He's Loved Of The Distracted Multitude, Who Like Not In Their Judgement, But Their Eyes.

But I Am Constant As The Northern Star, Of Whose True Fixed And Resting Quality There Is No Fellow In The Firmament.

Love Hath Made Thee A Tame Snake