Hang There Like Fruit, My Soul, Till

Justice Always Whirls In Equal Measure.

Yet This My Comfort: When Your Words Are Done, My Woes End Likewise With The Evening Sun.

A Little More Than Kin, And Less Than Kind.

We Do Pray For Mercy, And That Same Prayer Doth Teach Us All To Render The Deeds Of Mercy.

Rich Gifts Wax Poor When Givers Prove Unkind.