There was of old a Moslem saint, [218].
There was once a man who smiled, [140].
There was a man who prayed, [131].
There's a divinity that shapes our ends, [206].
There's a wideness in God's mercy, [165].
There's many a trouble, [147].
There's never a day so sunny, [173].
There's never a rose in all the world, [57].
There's not a craving in the mind, [234].
They are slaves who fear to speak, [17].