A Sweet Thing, For Whatever

Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.

The Gift Of A Bad Man Can Bring No Good.

But Woe To Him, Who Left To Moan, Reviews The Hours Of Brightness Gone.

Money Is The Wise Man's Religion.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings