It's Not Beauty But Fine Qualities, My

When Good Men Die Their Goodness Does Not Perish, But Lives Though They Are Gone. As For The Bad, All That Was Theirs Dies And Is Buried With Them.

Hate Is A Bottomless Cup; I Will Pour And Pour

Oh, What A Vileness Human Beauty Is; Corroding, Corrupting Everything It Touches.

The Brash Unbridled Tongue, The Lawless Folly Of Fools, Will End In Pain. But The Life Of Wise Content Is Blest With Quietness, Escapes The Storm And Keeps Its House Secure.

The Care Of God For Us Is A Great Thing, If A Man Believe It At Heart: It Plucks The Burden Of Sorrow From Him.