Hail To The Chief Who In Triumph

Where Lives The Man That Has Not Tried How Mirth Can Into Folly Glide, And Folly Into Sin!

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

Women Are But The Toys Which Amuse Our Lighter Hours---ambition Is The Serious Business Of Life.

Come He Slow Or Come He Fast It Is But Death That Comes At Last

Loud O'er My Head Though Awful Thunders Roll, And Vivid Lightnings Flash From Pole To Pole, Yet 'tis Thy Voice, My God, That Bids Them Fly, Thy Arm Directs Those Lightnings Through The Sky. Then Let The Good Thy Mighty Name Revere, And Hardened Sinners Thy Just Vengeance Fear.