One Hour's Sleep Before Midnight Is Worth

Good Is God, But Better Carries It.

Rise, Heart; Thy Lord Is Risen. Sing His Praise Without Delays, Who Takes Thee By The Hand, That Thou Likewise With Him Mayst Rise: That, As His Death Calcined Thee To Dust, His Life May Make Thee Gold, And, Much More, Just.

The Chicken Is The Country's, But The City Eats It.

Woe To The House Where There Is No Chiding.

Great Strokes Make Not Sweete Musick.