He That Gains Well And

If The Braine Sowes Not Corne, It Plants Thistles.

Listen, Sweet Dove, Unto My Song, And Spread Thy Golden Wings In Me; Hatching My Tender Heart So Long, Till It Get Wing, And Flie Away With Thee.

Words And Feathers The Wind Carries Away.

By All Means Use Sometimes To Be Alone.

The Jews Spend At Easter.