I Never Lost As Much But Twice,

He Ate And Drank The Precious Words, His Spirit Grew Robust; He Knew No More That He Was Poor, Nor That His Frame Was Dust.

Love Is Done When Loves Begun, Sages Say, But Have Sages Known?

Faith Slips - And Laughs, And Rallies

I Stepped From Plank To Plank A Slow And Cautious Way

Fame Is A Fickle Food Upon A Shifting Plate.