Barnes Are Blessings.

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.

Reflection Is The Business Of Man; A Sense Of His State Is His First Duty: But Who Remembereth Himself In Joy? Is It Not In Mercy Then That Sorrow Is Allotted Unto Us?

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

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.

Sir, In My Heart There Was A Kind Of Fighting That Would Not Let Me Sleep.