The Happy Man Is He Who Knows

His Life, Though None Too Long, Was Never Dull: Of Woman, Wine And Song Bill Had His Full.

Even Goats May Have Starlight In Their Eyes.

It Isn't The Mountain Ahead That Wears You Out; It's The Grain Of Sand In Your Shoe.

It's The Steady, Quiet, Plodding Ones Who Win In The Lifelong Race.

Old Year! Upon The Stage Of Time You Stand To Bow Your Last Adieu; A Moment, And The Prompter's Chime Will Ring The Curtain Down On You.