Love`s Reason`s Without Reason

The Weary Sun Hath Made A Golden Set And By The Bright Tract Of His Fiery Car Gives Token Of A Goodly Day To-morrow.

O, While You Live, Tell Truth, And Shame The Devil!

The People Are The City.

With Caution Judge Of Probability. Things Deemed Unlikely, E'en Impossible, Experience Oft Hath Proved To Be True.

Comfort's In Heaven, And We Are On The Earth