I don’t want to listen to your pedantries anymore.

My sorrows seem but small and brief,— Soon softened into vague regretting; I find a balm in every leaf, Build ships on every wreck-strewn reef, Then blush before this marble Grief, Still unforgetting!

I returned, and saw vnder the Sunne, That the race is not to the swift, nor the battell to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of vnderstanding, nor yet fauour to men of skil; but time and chance happeneth to them all.

A new rectory, a youth center and a scouthouse were constructed […]