Nothing Could Be More Pleasant Than To

Let Me Warn You, If You Start Chasing After Views, You'll Be Left Without Bread And Without Views.

The More Debris There Is The More It Will Show The Governor's Activity.

Perfect Nonsense Goes On In The World. Sometimes There Is No Plausibility At All

Ah, Steeds, Steeds, What Steeds! Has The Whirlwind A Home In Your Manes? Is There A Sensitive Ear, Alert As A Flame, In Your Every Fiber? Hearing The Familiar Song From Above, All In One Accord You Strain Your Bronze Chests And, Hooves Barely Touching The Ground, Turn Into Straight Lines Cleaving The Air, And All Inspired By God It Rushes On!

We Ought To Thank God For That. Yes, The Man Who Tills The Land Is More Worthy Of Respect Than Any.