Steady Of Heart And Stout Of Hand.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

What I Have To Say Is Far More Important Than How Long My Eyelashes Are.

Wounds Sustained For The Sake Of Conscience Carry Their Own Balsam With The Blow.

And Children Know, Instinctive Taught, The Friend And Foe.

I Am She, O Most Bucolical Juvenal, Under Whose Charge Are Placed The Milky Mothers Of The Herd.