Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful

Women Speak Two Languages - One Of Which Is Verbal.

O No, Thy Love Though Much, Is Not So Great, It Is My Love That Keeps Mine Eye Awake, Mine Own True Love That Doth My Rest Defeat, To Play The Watchman Ever For Thy Sake. For Thee Watch I, Whilst Thou Dost Wake Elsewhere, From Me Far Off, With Others All Too Near.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

For Death Remembered Should Be Like A Mirror, Who Tells Us Life’s But Breath, To Trust It Error.

Fools Are Not Mad Folks.