They best pass over the world who trip over it quickly; for it is but a bog. If we stop, we sink.
This is the Lord's doing. And it is marvelous in our eyes.
I may not be a lion,but I am lions cub and I have lion's heart
Be of good cheer, for you will never want, for the bullet was meant for me, though it hit you.
Much suspected by me, Nothing proved can be
I do not want a husband who honors me as a queen if he does not love me as a woman.