Lowly, With A Broken Neck, The Crocus

There Is Nothing The Body Suffers Which The Soul May Not Profit By.

Not Till The Fire Is Dying In The Grate, Look We For Any Kinship With The Stars. Oh, Wisdom Never Comes When It Is Gold, And The Great Price We Paid For It Full Worth: We Have It Only When We Are Half Earth. Little Avails That Coinage To The Old!

It's Past Parsons To Console Us: No, Nor No Doctor Fetch For Me: I Can Die Without My Bolus; Two Of A Trade, Lass, Never Agree! Parson And Doctor!--don't They Love Rarely Fighting The Devil In Other Men's Fields! Stand Up Yourself And Match Him Fairly: Then See How The Rascal Yields!

Who Rises From Prayer A Better Man, His Prayer Is Answered.

See Ye Not, Courtesy Is The True Alchemy, Turning To Gold All It Touches And Tries?