So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. "How are you" is a greeting, not a question.

God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.

Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.

Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.

The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.