Faster Than Spring-time Showers Comes Thought On

Ignorance Is The Curse Of God; Knowledge Is The Wing Wherewith We Fly To Heaven.

Rude Am I In My Speech, And Little Blessed With The Soft Phrase Of Peace.

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

Sigh No More, Ladies, Sigh No More, Men Were Deceivers Ever,- One Foot In Sea And One On Shore, To One Thing Constant Never.

That Is Not The Best Sermon Which Makes The Hearers Go Away Talking To One Another And Praising The Speaker, But Which Makes Them Go Away Thoughtful And Serious, And Hastening To Be Alone.