Clocks will go as they are set, but man, irregular man, is never const >>
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overc >>
Honest men are the soft easy cushions on which knaves repose and fatte >>
I have full cause of weeping, but this heart shall break into a hundre >>
Whatever tears one may shed, in the end one always blows one's nose. >>
He does not weep who does not see. >>
Shining through tears, like April suns in showers, that labor to overcome the cloud that loads em.