Love Is . . .

O For A Horse With Wings!

His Worst Fault Is, He's Given To Prayer; He Is Something Peevish That Way.

A Very Little Thief Of Occasion Will Rob You Of A Great Deal Of Patience.

God Shall Be My Hope, My Stay, My Guide And Lantern To My Feet.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.