Opposition Is True Friendship.

A Dog Starved At His Master's Gate Predicts The Ruin Of The State.

The Eagle Never Lost So Much Time As When He Submitted To Learn Of The Crow

My Mother Bore Me In The Southern Wild, And I Am Black, But O! My Soul Is White; White As An Angel Is The English Child, But I Am Black As If Bereaved Of Light.

And Did Those Feet In Ancient Time Walk Upon England's Mountains Green? And Was The Holy Lamb Of God On England's Pleasant Pastures Seen?

Every Harlot Was A Virgin Once.