For A Laggard In Love, And A

Land Of My Sires! What Mortal Hand Can E'er Untie The Filial Band That Knits Me To Thy Rugged Strand!

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.

God In His Goodness Sent The Grapes To Cheer Both Great And Small; Little Fools Will Drink Too Much And Great Fools None At All!

If You Once Turn On Your Side After The Hour At Which You Ought To Rise, It Is All Over. Bolt Up At Once.

See Yonder Rock From Which The Fountain Gushes; Is It Less Compact Of Adamant, Though Waters Flow From It? Firm Hearts Have Moister Eyes.