The Time Is Ripe, And Rotten-ripe, For

And What Is So Rare As A Day In June? Then, If Ever, Come Perfect Days.

All Share In The Government Of The World Was Denied For Centuries To Perhaps The Ablest, Certainly The Most Tenacious Race That Had Ever Lived In It

One Thorn Of Experience Is Worth A Whole Wilderness Of Warning.

Life Is A Sheet Of Paper White / Whereon Each One Of Us May Write / His Word Or Two, And Then Comes Night.

As Life Runs On, The Road Grows Strange With Faces New - And Near The End. The Milestones Into Headstones Change, Neath Every One A Friend.