Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.

To Persevere In Obstinate Condolement Is A Course Of Impious Stubbornness: 'tis Unmanly Grief.

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

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Two Women Placed Together Makes Cold Weather.