Let Him That Sows The Serpent's Teeth

We Are Too Prone To Find Fault; Let Us Look For Some Of The Perfections.

Around, Around, Companions All, Take Your Ground, And Name The Bell With Joy Profound! Concordia Is The Word We've Found Most Meet To Express The Harmonious Sound, That Calls To Those In Friendship Bound.

Man Is Made Of The Wholly Common, And Custom Is His Nurse; Woe Then To Them Who Lay Irreverent Hands On His Old House-furniture, The Dear Inheritance From His Forefathers: For Time Consecrates, And What Is Gray With Age Becomes Religion.

I Have Enjoyed The Happiness Of The World; I Have Loved.

False Fancy Brings Real Misery.