Happy, Happy, Happy Pair! None But The

It's A Hard World, Neighbors, If A Man's Oath Must Be His Master.

That Gloomy Outside, Like A Rusty Chest, Contains The Shoring Treasure Of A Soul Resolved And Brave.

Reason Is A Crutch For Age, But Youth Is Strong Enough To Walk Alone.

War Is A Trade Of Kings.

Present Joys Are More To Flesh And Blood Than A Dull Prospect Of A Distant Good.