I Have Sent For You That You

The Lord My Pasture Shall Prepare, And Feed Me With A Shepherd's Care; His Presence Shall My Wants Supply, And Guard Me With A Watchful Eye.

Talking With A Friend Is Nothing Else But Thinking Aloud.

The Soul, Secured In Her Existence, Smiles At The Drawn Dagger, And Defies Its Point.

He Who Would Pass His Declining Years With Honor And Comfort, Should, When Young, Consider That He May One Day Become Old, And Remember When He Is Old, That He Has Once Been Young.

Physic Is, For The Most Part, Only A Substitute For Temperance And Exercise.