As God Loves A Cheerful Giver, So

A Man That Is Not Afraid Of A Lion Is Afraid Of A Cat .

Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.

We Can Die By It, If Not Live By Love, And If Unfit For Tombs And Hearse Our Legend Be, It Will Be Fit For Verse; And If No Peace Of Chronicle We Prove, We'll Build In Sonnet Pretty Rooms; As Well A Well Wrought Urne Becomes The Greatest Ashes, As Half-acre Tombs.

This Only Is Charity, To Do All, All That We Can.

That Soul That Can Reflect Upon Itself, Consider Itself, Is More Than So.