Virtue Shows Quite As Well In Rags

Black Are The Brooding Clouds And Troubled The Deep Waters, When The Sea Of Thought, First Heaving From A Calm, Gives Up Its Dead

God Bless Us, Every One!

I Stole Her Heart Away And Put Ice In Its Place.

I Think It Must Somewhere Be Written That The Virtues Of Mothers Shall Be Visited On Their Children, As Well As The Sins Of Their Fathers.

I Must Do Something Or I Shall Wear My Heart Away.