The Error Of Our Eye Directs Our

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.

Were All The Letters Sun, I Could Not See One.

Every Man Has His Fault, And Honesty Is His.

So Sweet Was Ne'er So Fatal. I Must Weep. But They Are Creul Tears. This Sorrow's Heavenly; It Strikes Where It Doth Love.

Sometimes When We Are Labeled, When We Are Branded Our Brand Becomes Our Calling.