Love Is A Child That Talks In

And, Dying, Bless The Hand That Gave The Blow.

They Say Everything In The World Is Good For Something.

To Take Up Half On Trust, And Half To Try, Name It Not Faith But Bungling Bigotry.

Great Souls Forgive Not Injuries Till Time Has Put Their Enemies Within Their Power, That They May Show Forgiveness Is Their Own.

There Is A Proud Modesty In Merit.