Gratitude Is Heaven Itself; There Could Be

The Child's Toys And The Old Man's Reasons Are The Fruits Of Two Seasons.

The Errors Of A Wise Man Make Your Rule Rather Than The Perfections Of A Fool.

Execution Is The Chariot Of Genius.

The Ruins Of Time Build Mansions In Eternity.

The Poison Tree I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe; I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow. And I Water'd It In Fears, Night & Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With My Smiles And With Soft Deceitful Wiles. And It Grew Both Day And Night, Till It Bore An Apple Bright; And My Foe Beheld It Shine, And He Knew That It Was Mine, And Into My Garden Stole When The Night Had Veil'd The Pole: In The Morning Glad I See My Foe Outstretch'd Beneath The Tree.