And All My Mother Came Into Mine

He That Filches From Me My Good Name Robs Me Of That Which Enriches Him And Makes Me Poor Indeed.

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!

Hung Be The Heavens With Black! Yield, Day, To Night!

Men At Some Time Are Masters Of Their Fates.