I Bear A Charmed Life.

All That Glitters Is Not Gold.

How Far That Little Candle Throws Its Beams! So Shines A Good Deed In A Naughty World.

There Is Nothing So Confining As The Prisons Of Our Own Perceptions.

Angels Are Bright Still, Though The Brightest Fell.

Golden Lads And Girls All Must As Chimney Sweepers Come To Dust.