A Lion May Die Of An Ass's

I Show You Doubt, To Prove That Faith Exists.

The Rain Set Early In Tonight, The Sullen Wind Was Soon Awake, It Tore The Elm-tops Down For Spite, And Did Its Best To Vex The Lake: I Listened With Heart Fit To Break. When Glided In Porphyria; Straight She Shut The Cold Out And The Storm, And Kneeled And Made The Cheerless Grate Blaze Up And All The Cottage Warm.

Never Brag, Never Bluster, Never Blush.

Women Hate A Debt As Men A Gift.

God's Justice, Tardy Though It Prove Perchance, Rests Never On The Track Until It Reach Delinquency.