I Did Best When I Had Least

Friends Are Ourselves.

On A Huge Hill, Cragged, And Steep, Truth Stands, And Hee That Will Reach Her, About Must, And About Must Goo.

There Is Nothing That God Hath Established In A Constant Course Of Nature, And Which Therefore Is Done Every Day, But Would Seem A Miracle, And Exercise Our Admiration, If It Were Done But Once.

Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls; It Tolls For Thee

Licence My Roving Hands, And Let Them Go Before, Behind, Between, Above, Below.