You pay a great deal too dear for what’s given freely
Out of the jaws of death
These words are razors to my wounded heart
What ‘s gone and what ‘s past help should be past grief
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind
Everyone can master a grief but he that has it
Men of few words are the best men
The course of true love never did run smooth
Love sought is good, but giv’n unsought is better
We are such stuff as dreams are made on, rounded with a little sleep
Rio Aubry Taylor presents LIGHTRIOT 