Good Luck Lies In Odd Numbers.

When The Sea Was Calm All Ships Alike Showed Mastership In Floating.

O War! Thou Son Of Hell!

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us.

O Heresy In Fair, Fit For These Days, A Giving Hand, Though Foul, Shall Have Fair Praise.

Have You Not Love Enough To Bear With Me, When That Rash Humor Which My Mother Gave Me Makes Me Forgetful.