Ingratitude Is Monstrous.

His Steeds To Water At Those Springs On Chaliced Flowers That Lies; And Winking Mary-buds Begin To Ope Their Golden Eyes: With Every Thing That Pretty Is, My Lady Sweet, Arise.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

Where Love Is Great, The Littlest Doubts Are Fear; Where Little Fears Grow Great, Great Love Grows There.

Things Sweet To Taste Prove In Digestion Sour.