Ay, Much Is The Force

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

All's Well If All Ends Well.

Love, Which Teacheth Me That Thou And I Am One

If You Spend Word For Word With Me, I Shall Make Your Wit Bankrupt.

Not Proud You Have, But Thankful That You Have. Proud Can I Never Be Of What I Hate, But Thankful Even For Hate That Is Meant Love.