Be Good, Sweet Maid, And Let Who

Let Us Ask Ourselves Seriously And Honestly, 'what Do I Believe After All? What Manner Of Man Am I After All? What Sort Of Show Would I Make After All, If The People Around Me Knew My Heart And All My Secret Thoughts?" What Sort Of Show Then Do I Already Make In The Sight Of Almighty God, Who Sees Every Man Exactly As He Is?'

Three Fishers Went Sailing Away To The West, Away To The West As The Sun Went Down; Each Thought On The Woman Who Loved Him The Best, And The Children Stood Watching Them Out Of The Town.

I Hope That My Children, At Least, If Not I Myself, Will See The Day When Ignorance Of The Primary Laws And Facts Of Science Will Be Looked Upon As A Defect Only Second To Ignorance Of The Primary Laws Of Religion And Morality.

Ay, Marriage Is The Life-long Miracle, The Self-begetting Wonder, Daily Fresh.

All The Butterflies And Cockyolybirds Would Fly Past Me.