The True Way To Gain

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.

The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy.

Kiss Till The Cow Comes Home.