The Old Folk, Time's Doting Chronicles.

There's No More Faith In Thee Than In A Stewed Prune.

Love Thyself Last, Cherish Those Hearts That Hate Thee; Corruption Wins Not More Than Honesty.

Costly Thy Habit [dress] As Thy Purse Can Buy; But Not Expressed In Fancy - Rich, Not Gaudy. For The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

How Every Fool Can Play Upon The Word!

He That Is Giddy Thinks The World Turns Round.