The Whims Of Youth Break All The

Bursts As A Wave That From The Clouds Impends, And Swell'd With Tempests On The Ship Descends; White Are The Decks With Foam; The Winds Aloud Howl O'er The Masts, And Sing Through Every Shroud: Pale, Trembling, Tir'd, The Sailors Freeze With Fears; And Instant Death On Every Wave Appears.

It Is Not Unseemly For A Man To Die Fighting In Defense Of His Country.

A Shamefaced Man Makes A Bad Beggar.

No Tv And No Beer Makes Homer Something Something.

And Would'st Thou Evil For His Good Repay?