He Rolls It Under His Tongue As

Blushing Is The Colour Of Virtue.

For Love Is Of God. He Is The Fountain, Author, Parent, And Commander Of Love; It Is The Sum Of His Law And Gospel.

Be Careful If You Make A Women Cry, Because God Counts Her Tears. The Woman Came Out Of A Man’s Ribs. Not From His Feet To Be Walked On, Not From His Head To Be Superior, But From His Side To Be Equal, Under The Arm To Be Protected, And Next To The Heart To Be Loved.

Those Whom God Will Employ Are First Struck With A Sense Of Their Unworthiness To Be Employed.

Grace In The Soul Is Heaven In That Soul.