Come He Slow Or Come He Fast

Hope Is Brightest When It Dawns From Fears.

In The Name Of God!" Said Gurth, "how Came They Prisoners? And To Whom?" "our Master Was Too Ready To Fight," Said The Jester, "and Athelstane Was Not Ready Enough, And No Other Person Was Ready At All.

Literature Is A Great Staff, But A Very Sorry Crutch.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

Oh, Brignall Banks Are Wild And Fair, And Greta Woods Are Green, And You May Gather Garlands There Would Grace A Summer's Queen.