There's Many A Man Hath More Hair

Have Patience, And Endure

The Morning Steals Upon The Night, Melting The Darkness.

My Dear, Dear Lord, The Purest Treasure Mortal Times Afford Is Spotless Reputation; That Away Men Are But Gilded Loan Or Painted Clay... Mine Honor Is My Life; Both Grow In One; Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done.

Seek Happy Nights To Happy Days.w

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.