A Friar Who Asks Alms For God's

And Yet, And Yet, In These Our Ghostly Lives, Half Night, Half Day, Half Sleeping, Half Awake, How If Our Waking Life, Like That Of Sleep, Be All A Dream In That Eternal Life To Which We Wake Not Till We Sleep In Death

For Even In Dreams A Good Deed Is Not Lost.

If A Pretty Woman Only Knew How Anger Improved Her Beauty! Her Complexion Needs No Other Paint Than Indignation.

Grief Has Been Compared To A Hydra; For Every One That Dies, Two Are Born.

A Good Action Is Never Lost; It Is A Treasure Laid Up And Guarded For The Doer's Need.