I Speak Not Of Men's Creeds—they Rest

All Who Joy Would Win Must Share It. Happiness Was Born A Twin.

Good Work And Joyous Play Go Hand In Hand. When Play Stops, Old Age Begins. Play Keeps You From Taking Life Too Seriously.

Just As Old Age Is Creeping On Space, And Clouds Come O'er The Sunset Of Our Day, They Kindly Leave Us, Though Not Quite Alone, But In Good Company--the Gout Or Stone.

Years Steal Fire From The Mind As Vigor From The Limb; And Life's Enchanted Cup But Sparkles Near The Brim.

Then Farewell, Horace; Whom I Hated So, Not For Thy Faults, But Mine.