We Think Our Fathers Fools, So Wise

What Nothing Earthly Gives, Or Can Destroy, The Soul's Calm Sunshine, And The Heart-felt Joy, Is Virtue's Prize.

The Mouse That Always Trusts To One Poor Hole Can Never Be A Mouse Of Any Soul.

Who Taught That Heaven-directed Spire To Rise?

E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To Me.

If A Man's Character Is To Be Abused There's Nobody Like A Relative To Do The Business.