To Husband Out Life's Taper At The

Ridicule Has Always Been The Enemy Of Enthusiasm, And The Only Worthy Opponent To Ridicule Is Success.

Good People All, With One Accord, Lament For Madam Blaize, Who Never Wanted A Good Word From Those Who Spoke Her Praise.

All Is Not Gold That Glitters, Pleasure Seems Sweet, But Proves A Glass Of Bitters

Blest Be That Spot, Where Cheerful Guests Retire To Pause From Toil, And Trim Their Evening Fire; Blest That Abode, Where Want And Pain Repair, And Every Stranger Finds A Ready Chair Blest Be Those Feasts With Simple Plenty Crown'd, Where All The Ruddy Family Around Laugh At The Jest Or Pranks, That Never Fail, Or Sigh With Pity At Some Mournful Tale, Or Press The Bashful Stranger To His Food, And Learn The Luxury Of Doing Good.

Surely The Best Way To Meet The Enemy Is Head On In The Field And Not Wait Till They Plunder Our Very Homes.