I Did This Night Promise

I Did This Night Promise My Wife Never To Go To Bed Without Calling Upon God, Upon My Knees, In Prayer.

Poorpeoplestaying Intheir Houses Aslong Astill Thevery Fire Touched Them, And Then Running Into Boats Or Clambering From One Pair Of Stair By The Waterside To Another. And Among Other Things, The Poor Pigeons I Perceive Were Loath To Leave Their Houses, But Hovered About The Windows And Balconies Till They Were Some Of Them Burned, Their Wings, And Fell Down.

But It Is Pretty To See What Money Will Do.

Unlike God The Artist Does Not Start With Nothing And Make Something Of It. He Starts With Himself As Nothing And Makes Something Of The Nothing With The Things At Hand.

However, Music And Women I Cannot But Give Way To, Whatever My Business Is.