Black Is A Pearl In A Woman's

Words Writ In Waters.

Who Hath No Faith To Man, To God Hath None.

News As Wholesome As The Morning Air.

Give Me A Spirit That On This Life's Rough Sea Loves T'have His Sails Filled With A Lusty Wind, Even Till His Sail-yards Tremble, His Masts Crack, And His Ship Run On Her Side So Low That She Drinks Water, And Her Keel Plows Air.

We Inherit Nothing Truly, But What Our Actions Make Us Worthy Of.