To Wake The Soul By Tender Strokes

Monuments, Like Men, Submit To Fate.

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.

Of Fight Or Fly, This Choice Is Left Ye, To Resist Or Die.

Nature And Nature's Laws Lay Hid In The Night. God Said, Let Newton Be! And All Was Light!

A King May Be A Tool, A Thing Of Straw; But If He Serves To Frighten Our Enemies, And Secure Our Property, It Is Well Enough; A Scarecrow Is A Thing Of Straw, But It Protects The Corn.