So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.
The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
It takes a bee to get the honey out
Until the Donkey tried to clear The Fence, he thought himself a Deer.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.