Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding. Have I Not Tarried? Ay, The Grinding; But You Must Tarry The Bolting. Have I Not Tarried? Ay, The Bolting; But You Must Tarry The Leavening. Still Have I Tarried. Ay, To The Leavening; But Here's Yet In The Word 'hereafter' The Kneading, The Making Of The Cake, The Heating Of The Oven, And The Baking; Nay, You Must Stay The Cooling Too, Or You May Chance To Burn Your Lips.

Every Man Has Business And Desire, Such As It Is.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

I Hourly Learn A Doctrine Of Obedience.

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.