He Loves But Lightly Who His Love

For Style Beyond The Genius Never Dares.

Death Had His Grudge Against Me, And He Got Up In The Way, Like An Armed Robber, With A Pike In His Hand.

The Greater I Am, The Greater Shall Be My Efforts.

Who Naught Suspects Is Easily Deceived.

Do You Suppose There Is Any Living Man So Unreasonable That If He Found Himself Stricken With A Dangerous Ailment He Would Not Anxiously Desire To Regain The Blessing Of Health?