The Day Breaks Not, It

The Rich Have No More Of The Kingdom Of Heaven Than They Have Purchased Of The Poor By Their Alms.

To Be No Part Of Any Body, Is To Be Nothing.

Old Grandsires Talk Of Yesterday With Sorrow, And For Our Children We Reserve Tomorrow.

No Spring Nor Summer Beauty Hath Such Grace As I Have Seen In One Autumnal Face.

Great Sorrows Cannot Speak.