But What Is Past My Help Is

There Is A Method In Man's Wickedness; It Grows Up By Degrees.

Nose, Nose, Jolly Red Nose,and Who Gave Thee That Jolly Red Nose?nutmegs And Ginger, Cinammon And Cloves;and They Gave Me This Jolly Red Nose.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

Faith Without Works Is Like A Bird Without Wings; Though She May Hop With Her Companions On Earth, Yet She Will Never Fly With Them To Heaven.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.