Earth Is Crammed With Heavens.

Again The Cousin's Whistle! Go, My Love.

What's A Man's Age? He Must Hurry More, That's All; Cram In A Day, What His Youth Took A Year To Hold.

Truth Never Hurts The Teller.

And Gain Is Gain, However Small.

They Are Perfect; How Else?-they Shall Never Change: We Are Faulty; Why Not?-we Have Time In Store.