Don't Cross The Bridge Til You Come

The Course Of My Long Life Hath Reached At Last In Fragile Bark Over A Tempestuous Sea The Common Harbor, Where Must Rendered Be Account For All The Actions Of The Past.

Do Not Delay, Do Not Delay: The Golden Moments Fly!

No Action, Whether Foul Or Fair, Is Ever Done, But It Leaves Somewhere A Record, Written By Fingers Ghostly, As A Blessing Or A Curse, And Mostly In The Greater Weakness Or Greater Strength Of The Acts Which Follow It.

Every Dew-drop And Rain-drop Had A Whole Heaven Within It.

Happy Art Thou, As If Every Day Thou Hadst Picked Up A Horseshoe.