Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile

A Baby Was Sleeping, Its Mother Was Weeping.

There's Luck In Odd Numbers.

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.

To Return After Long Years Of Painful Absence To Some Place Which Has Been The Scene Of Our Former Joys, And Whence The Force Of Circumstance, And Not Choice, Has Driven Us, Is Oppressive To The Heart.

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.