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• Riches certainly make themselves wings. -- Old Testament -- Proverbs xxiii, 5
• Thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. -- Old Testament -- Psalm xxiii, 4
• If I forget thee, O Jerusalem, let my right hand forget her cunning.
  -- Old Testament -- Psalm cxxxvii, 5...
• The wind passeth over it, and it is gone; -- Old Testament -- Psalm ciii, 16
• He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters.
  -- Old Testament -- Psalm xxiii, 2...
• My bit bucket runneth over...
• My twit file runneth over.
• My heart is fixed. -- Old Testament -- Psalm lvii, 8
• My tongue is the pen of a ready writer. -- Old Testament -- Psalm xlv, 1