They Live Too Long Who Happiness Outlive.

A Lively Faith Will Bear Aloft The Mind, And Leave The Luggage Of Good Works Behind.

I Learn To Pity Woes So Like My Own.

To So Perverse A Sex All Grace Is Vain.

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

Ever A Glutton, At Another's Cost, But In Whose Kitchen Dwells Perpetual Frost.