Who Sweeps A Room, As For Thy

The Dainties Of The Great Are The Teares Of The Poore.

The Sundaies Of Man's Life, Thredded Together On Time's String, Make Bracelets To Adorn The Wife Of The Eternal, Glorious King. On Sunday Heaven's Gates Stand Ope; Blessings Are Plentiful And Rife. More Plentiful Than Hope.

Short Boughs, Long Vintage.

You Cannot Flea A Stone.

If A Good Man Thrive, All Thrive With Him.