So mothers have God's license to be missed.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use

Light tomorrow with today!

Most illogical Irrational nature of our womanhood, That blushes one way, feels another way, And prays, perhaps another!

May the good God pardon all good men.

We overstate the ills of life, and take Imagination... down our earth to rake.

Measure not the work until the day's out and the labor done.