Slow But Sure Moves The Might Of

A Sweet Thing, For Whatever Time, To Revisit In Dreams The Dear Dad We Have Lost.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.

Slight Not What's Near Through Aiming At What's Far.

It Would Not Be Better If Men Got What They Wanted.

When Someone Isn't Seen For A Long Time, Well, Folk Soon Begin To Imagine The Worst.