Can One Desire Too Much Of A

I Love Thee, And It Is My Love That Speaks

Travelers Must Be Content.

People’s Good Deeds We Write In Water. The Evil Deeds Are Etched In Brass.

You Great Benefactors, Sprinkle Our Society With Thankfulness. For Your Own Gifts, Make Yourselves Praised.

And Will He Not Come Again? And Will He Not Come Again? No, No, He Is Dead. Go To Thy Deathbed. He Never Will Come Again.