God Planteth In Mortal Men The Cause

Alas, Poor Men, Their Destiny. When All Goes Well A Shadow Will Overthrow It. If It Be Unkind One Stroke Of A Wet Sponge Wipes All The Picture Out.

This Is A Sickness Rooted And Inherent In The Nature Of A Tyranny: That He That Holds It Does Not Trust His Friends.

To Be Free From Evil Thoughts Is God's Best Gift.

Time Waxing Old Can Many A Lesson Teach.

The Misfortunes Of Mankind Are Of Varied Plumage.