If You Keep A Thing Seven Years,

My Hope, My Heaven, My Trust Must Be, My Gentle Guide, In Following Thee.

And Better Had They Ne'er Been Born, Who Read To Doubt, Or Read To Scorn.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.

The Pith Of Conversation Does Not Consist In Exhibiting Your Own Superior Knowledge On Matters Of Small Consequence, But In Enlarging, Improving And Correcting The Information You Possess By The Authority Of Others.

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.