Prudence Is A Rich, Ugly, Old Maid

Work Up Imagination To The State Of Vision.

The Eye Sees More Than The Heart Knows.

Since All The Riches Of This World May Be Gifts From The Devil And Earthly Kings, I Should Suspect That I Worshipp'd The Devil If I Thank'd My God For Worldly Things.

When The Voices Of Children Are Heard On The Greenand Laughing Is Heard On The Hill,my Heart Is At Rest Within My Breastand Everything Else Is Still.

The Crow Wished Everything Was Black, The Owl, That Everything Was White.