'tis A Good Thing To Laugh At

A Lazy Frost, A Numbness Of The Mind.

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Music Is Inarticulate Poesy.

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.