A Pretty Woman's Worth Some Pains To

It 's Wiser Being Good Than Bad; It 's Safer Being Meek Than Fierce; It 's Fitter Being Sane Than Mad. My Own Hope Is, A Sun Will Pierce The Thickest Cloud Earth Ever Stretched; That After Last Returns The First, Though A Wide Compass Round Be Fetched.

Generations Pass While Some Tree Stands, And Old Families Last Not Three Oaks.

All Service Is The Same With God.

Dear, Dead Women, With Such Hair, Too--what's Become Of All The Gold Used To Hang And Brush Their Bosoms?

How Very Hard It Is To Be A Christian!