God Grant Us Patience!

Alack, The Night Comes On, And The Bleak Winds Do Sorely Ruffle; For Many Miles About There's Scarce A Bush.

All Gold And Silver Rather Turn To Dirt, An 'tis No Better Reckoned But Of These Who Worship Dirty Gods.

Things May Serve Long, But Not Serve Ever.

Live In Thy Shame, But Die Not Shame With Thee!

The Curse Of Marriage That We Can Call These Delicate Creatures Ours And Not Their Appetites!