For Trust Not Him That Hath Once

In Sooth I Know Not Why I Am So Sad. It Wearies Me, You Say It Wearies You; But How I Caught It, Found It, Or Came By It, What Stuff 'tis Made Of, Whereof It Is Born, I Am To Learn.

A Woman Is A Dish For The Gods, If The Devil Dress Her Not.

A King Of Infinite Space

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

Our Holy Lives Must Win A New World's Crown.