The Tongue Of Man Is A Twisty

If They Think I'm Going To Stop At That Stop Sign, They're Mistaken!

It Is No Bad Thing To Be A King-to See One's House Enriched And One's Authority Enhanced.

Close To The Gates A Spacious Garden Lies, From The Storms Defended And Inclement Skies; Four Acres Was The Allotted Space Of Ground, Fenc'd With A Green Enclosure All Around. Tall Thriving Trees Confessed The Fruitful Mold: The Reddening Apple Ripens Here To Gold, Here The Blue Fig With Luscious Juice Overflows, With Deeper Red The Full Pomegranate Glows, The Branch Here Bends Beneath The Weighty Pear, And Verdant Olives Flourish Round The Year.

Know From The Bounteous Heaven All Riches Flow.

In Youth And Beauty, Wisdom Is But Rare!