We Were Not Born To Sue, But

Alas, Our Frailty Is The Cause , Not We! For, Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

Now, Infidel, I Have You On The Hip!

They Say Miracles Are Past.