To Labour Is The Lot Of Man

Once You Go Vatican, You Never Go Back Again.

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

Thou Shalt Not Horn In On Thy Husbands Racket

It Is Equally Offensive To Speed A Guest Who Would Like To Stay And To Detain One Who Is Anxious To Leave.

Aries In His Many Fits Knows No Favorites.