Late at e’en, drinking the wine, And ere they paid the lawing, They set a combat them between, To fight it in the dawing. ‘What though ye be my sister’s lor…

A lthough things are not perfect B ecause of trial or pain C ontinue in thanksgiving D o not begin to blame E ven when the times are hard

When you startle awake in the dark… heart pounding breathing fast sitting bolt upright staring into dark whirlpool black hole feeling its suction

HERE lies a poor woman who was a… She lived in a house where help wa… Her last words on earth were: 'De… To where there’s no cooking, or wa… For everything there is exact to m…

SHALL I thus ever long, and be… And shall I still complain to the…    Alas! say nay! say nay! and be… But open thou thy manly mouth and…    Whereby my heart may think, alt…

Lend a hand to one another In the daily toil of life; When we meet a weaker brother, Let us help him in the strife. There is none so rich but may,

O LUSTY May, with Flora queen! The balmy dropis from Phoebus she…    Preluciand beams before the day… By that Diana growis green    Through gladness of this lusty…

The bells of hell go ting-a-ling-a… For you but not for me: And the little devils how they sin… For you but not for me. O death, where is thy sting-a-ling…

BYTUENE Mershe ant Averil    When spray biginneth to spring, The lutel foul hath hire wyl    On hyre lud to synge: Ich libbe in love-longinge

TWAS the night after Christmas,… Not a creature was stirring—except… The stockings were flung in haste… For hopes of St. Nicholas were no… The children were restlessly tossi…

I know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse, Who does the mischief that is done In everybody’s house. There’s no one ever sees his face,

THE Indian weed withered quite; Green at morn, cut down at night; Shows thy decay: all flesh is hay:    Thus think, then drink Tobacco… And when the smoke ascends on high…

O WALY, waly, up the bank,    And waly, waly, doun the brae, And waly, waly, yon burn-side,    Where I and my Love wont to ga… I lean’d my back unto an aik,

Two sticks and an apple, Ring the bells at Whitechapel. Old Father Bald Pate, Ring the bells Aldgate. Maids in white aprons,

Soldiers who wish to be a hero Are practically zero. But those who wish to be civilians… Jesus, they run into millions.