But, When The Goddess' Work

There Is Peace In The Swamp, Though The Quiet Is Death

Howbeit, Though No Scholar, I Am Not One Of Those Who Misuse The English Speech, And, Being Foolishly Led By The Hasty Custom Of Scriveners And Printers To Write The Letters "t" And "h" Joined Together, Which Resembleth A "y," Do Incontinently Jump To The Conclusion The The Is Pronounced "ye,"--the Like Of Which I Never Heard In All England.

Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

Never A Lip Is Curved With Pain That Can't Be Kissed Into Smiles Again.

The Only Sure Thing About Luck Is That It Will Change.