And lips say God be pitiful, who never said, God be praised. >>
We all have known good critics, who have stamped out poet's hopes; Goo >>
Who so loves believes the impossible. >>
Remember that not to be happy is not to be grateful. >>
We seldom find people ungrateful so long as it is thought we can serve >>
This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at su >>
This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.