Though lovers be lost love shall not.

And death shall have no dominion. Under the windings of the sea They lying long shall not die windily; Twisting on racks when sinews give way, Strapped to a wheel, yet they shall not break; Faith in their hands shall snap in two, And the unicorn evils run them through; Split all ends up they shan't crack; And death shall have no dominion.

An alcoholic is someone you don't like who drinks as much as you do.

Somebody's boring me. I think it's me.

I sang in my chains like the sea

And I rose In rainy autumn And walked abroad in a shower of all my days.

Cold beer is bottled God.