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Dirty Days Hath September April June And November From January Up To May The Rain It Raineth Every Day All The Rest Have Thirty-one Without A Blessed Gleam Of Sun And If Any Of Them Had Two-and-thirty They'd Be Just As Wet And Twice As Dirty." "april Hath Put A Spirit Of Youth In Everything.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

O Momentary Grace Of Mortal Men, Which We More Hunt For Than The Grace Of God!

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

His Life Was Gentle; And The Elements So Mixed In Him, That Nature Might Stand Up And Say To All The World, This Was A Man!