My Soul Is In The Sky.

What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak 'em Fair?

We May Outrun By Violent Swiftness And Lose By Over-running.

Nothing Comes From Doing Nothing.

Men Are April When They Woo, December When They Wed. Maids Are May When They Are Maids, But The Sky Changes When They Are Wives.

Good God, The Souls Of All My Tribe Defend From Jealousy!