* Have array of buttons created based on answersplit - so, levels (stanza, verse, line, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, word, type) only show when relevant

* Have form reset on click of level (so Reset is not necessary)

* Have edit button show up if Admin

* Would be fun to put a timer at the bottom showing progress bar-style timer counts for the Site Friend and for the Site User with the fastest time on a particular task, and a moving timr bar as time passes on your answer (maybe give it twice the length of the fastest time before disappearing)

* Poetry and Prose - By Line, By Verse(Bible), By Stanza

* Could have a landing page with cards for each deck - section of My Decks with an image for each deck you have, then a section below that called Available Decks with an image for each deck that you have but which has cards you haven't added yet, and a card for each deck you haven't yet added at all.

WESTMORLAND. O that we now had here$ But one ten thousand of those men in England$ That do no work to-day!@ KING. What's he that wishes so?# My cousin, Westmorland? No, my fair cousin;$ f we are mark'd to die, we are enough# To do our country loss; and if to live,$ The fewer men, the greater share of honour.@ God's will! I pray thee, wish not one man more.$ By Jove, I am not covetous for gold,$ Nor care I who doth feed upon my cost;# It yearns me not if men my garments wear;$ Such outward things dwell not in my desires.@ But if it be a sin to covet honour,$ I am the most offending soul alive.# No, faith, my coz, wish not a man from England.# God's peace! I would not lose so great an honour$ As one man more methinks would share from me$ For the best hope I have. O, do not wish one more!@ Rather proclaim it, Westmorland, through my host,$ That he which hath no stomach to this fight,$ Let him depart; his passport shall be made,# And crowns for convoy put into his purse;$ We would not die in that man's company$ That fears his fellowship to die with us.@ This day is call'd the feast of Crispian.$ He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,# Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam'd,$ And rouse him at the name of Crispian.@ He that shall live this day, and see old age,$ Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,$ And say "To-morrow is Saint Crispian."# Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,$ And say "These wounds I had on Crispin's day."@ Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,$ But he'll remember, with advantages,# What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,$ Familiar in his mouth as household words—# Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,$ Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester—$ Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb'red.@ This story shall the good man teach his son;$ And Crispin Crispian shall ne'er go by,# From this day to the ending of the world,$ But we in it shall be rememberèd—@ We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;$ For he to-day that sheds his blood with me# Shall be my brother; be he ne'er so vile,$ This day shall gentle his condition;@ And gentlemen in England now a-bed$ Shall think themselves accurs'd they were not here,# And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks$ That fought with us upon Saint Crispin's day.@