It Is The Disease Of Not Listening......

The Jury Passing On The Prisoner's Life May In The Sworn Twelve Have A Thief Or Two Guiltier Than Him They Try.

Would It Not Grieve A Woman To Be Over-mastered By A Piece Of Valiant Dust? To Make An Account Of Her Life To A Clod Of Wayward Marle?

Small Things Make Base Men Proud.

Love Thrives Not In The Heart That Shadows Dreadeth

A High Hope For A Low Heaven: God Grant Us Patience!