It's More Paine To Doe Nothing Then

He That Chastens One, Chastens 20.

Grief Melts Away Like Snow In May, As If There Were No Such Cold Thing.

Woe To The House Where There Is No Chiding.

He That Hath Hornes In His Bosom, Let Him Not Put Them On His Head.

They Talke Of Christmas So Long, That It Comes.