Life's uncertain voyage.
If you can look into the seeds of time, and say which grain will grow and which will not, speak then unto me.
I can no other answer make, but, thanks, and thanks.
Go wisely and slowly. Those who rush stumble and fall.
God mark thee to His grace! Thou was the prettiest babe that e'er I nursed. And might I live to see thee married once, I have my wish.
Sometimes when we are labeled, when we are branded our brand becomes our calling.