The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp,

John Barleycorn Was A Hero Bold, Of Noble Enterprise, For If You Do But Taste His Blood, 'twill Make Your Courage Rise, Twill Make A Man Forget His Wo; 'twill Heighten All His Joy.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

Now's The Day And Now's The Hour.

God Help The Teacher, If A Man Of Sensibility And Genius, When A Booby Father Presents Him With His Booby Son, And Insists On Lighting Up The Rays Of Science In A Fellow's Head Whose Skull Is Impervious And Inaccessible By Any Other Way Than A Positive Fracture With A Cudgel.

Suspicion Is A Heavy Armor And With Its Weight It Impedes More Than It Protects.