The World Forgetting, By The World Forgot.

On Wrongs Swift Vengeance Waits.

Thus Unlamented Pass The Proud Away, The Gaze Of Fools And Pageant Of A Day; So Perish All, Whose Breast Ne'er Learn'd To Glow For Others' Good, Or Melt At Others' Woe.

A Man Of Business May Talk Of Philosophy; A Man Who Has None May Practice It.

Eve Left Adam, To Meet The Devil In Private.

Great Oaks Grow From Little Acorns. He Has A Green Thumb. He Has Green Fingers. He's Sowing His Wild Oats. Here Ceres' Gifts In Waving Prospect Stand, And Nodding Tempt The Joyful Reaper's Hand.