Our Lives Are But Our Marches To

The True Way To Gain Much Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much.

Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl In Rhyme.

Faith Without Works Is Like A Bird Without Wings; Though She May Hop With Her Companions On Earth, Yet She Will Never Fly With Them To Heaven.

My Virginity, That From My Childhood Kept Me Company, Is Heavier Than I Can Endure To Bear. Forgive Me, Cupid, For Thou Art God, And I A Wretched Creature: I Have Sinn'd; But Be Thou Merciful, And Grant That Yet I May Enjoy What Thou Wilt Have Me Love!

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.