Manner Is All In All, Whate'er Is

No Tree In All The Grove But Has Its Charms, Though Each Its Hue Peculiar.

I Am Out Of Humanity's Reach.

Who Loves A Garden Loves A Greenhouse Too.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow.

The Slaves Of Custom And Established Mode, With Pack-horse Constancy We Keep The Road Crooked Or Straight, Through Quags Or Thorny Dells, True To The Jingling Of Our Leader's Bells.