How blessings brighten as they take their flight.
The man of wisdom is the man of years.
Woes cluster. Rare are solitary woes; They love a train, they tread each other's heel.
The soft whispers of the God in man.
Final Ruin fiercely drives Her ploughshare o'er creation.
The booby father craves a booby son, And by Heaven's blessing thinks himself undone.