Patch Grief With Proverbs.

To Climb Steep Hills Requires A Slow Pace At First.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.

How Wayward Is This Foolish Love That, Like A Testy Babe, Will Scratch The Nurse And Presently, All Humble, Kiss The Rod.

I Profess Not Talking: Only This, Let Each Man Do His Best.

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.