Words Without Thoughts Never To Heaven Go.

Though She Be But Little, She Is Fierce!

Some Falls The Means Are Happier To Rise.

I Have No Way And Therefore Want No Eyes I Stumbled When I Saw. Full Oft 'tis Seen Our Means Secure Us, And Our Mere Defects Prove Our Commodities.

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.

Be Like You Thought Our Love Would Last Too Long, If It Were Chain'd Together