No Day So Clear But

The God Of Love My Shepherd Is, And He That Doth Me Feed: While He Is Mine, And I Am His, What Can I Want Or Need?

Though The Mastiffe Be Gentile, Yet Bite Him Not By The Lippe.

Chuse None For Thy Servant Who Have Served Thy Betters.

God Complaines Not, But Doth What Is Fitting.

Gamsters And Race-horses Never Last Long.