When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears

Tis The Eye Of Childhood That Fears A Painted Devil.

God Defend Me From That Welsh Fairy, Lest He Transform Me To A Piece Of Cheese!

What Soilders Whey-face? The English For So Please You. Take Thy Face Hence.

The Third Day Comes A Frost, A Killing Frost.

Minutes, Hours, Days, Months, And Years, Pass'd Over To The End They Were Created, Would Bring White Hairs Unto A Quiet Grave. Ah, What A Life Were This!