He Draweth Out The Thread Of His

They That Touch Pitch Will Be Defiled.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

When Rich Villains Have Need Of Poor Ones, Poor Ones May Make What Price They Will

Blessed Are The Peacemakers On Earth.

They Are In The Very Wrath Of Love, And They Will Go Together. Clubs Cannot Part Them