Oh, Love Will Make A Dog Howl

Grace Comes Often Clad In The Dusky Robe Of Desolation.

Envy, Like The Worm, Never Runs But To The Fairest Fruit; Like A Cunning Bloodhound, It Singles Out The Fattest Deer In The Flock.

Faith Without Works Is Like A Bird Without Wings; Though She May Hop With Her Companions On Earth, Yet She Will Never Fly With Them To Heaven.

Of All The Paths [that] Lead To A Woman's Love Pity's The Straightest.

Our Lives Are But Our Marches To The Grave.