Love Thrives Not In The Heart That

I Pray You Bear Me Henceforth From The Noise And Rumour Of The Field, Where I May Think The Remnant Of My Thoughts In Peace, And Part Of This Body And My Soul With Contemplation And Devout Desires.

Things Bad Begun Make Strong Themselves By Ill.

Thy Wish Was Father, Harry, To That Thought.

The Rarer Action Is In Virtue Than In Vengeance.

A Grandma's Name Is Little Less In Love Than Is The Doting Title Of A Mother.