If I Were Dying, My Last Words

The World Has Its Fling At Lawyers Sometimes, But Its Very Denial Is An Admission. It Feels, What I Believe To Be The Truth, That Of All Secular Professions This Has The Highest Standards.

Men, Like Peaches And Pears, Grow Sweet A Little While Before They Begin To Decay.

These Are The Hands Whose Sturdy Labor Brings The Peasant's Food, The Golden Pomp Of Kings; This Is The Page Whose Letters Shall Be Seen, Changed By The Sun To Words Of Living Green; This Is The Scholar Whose Immortal Penspells The First Lesson Hunger Taught To Men; These Are The Lines That Heaven-commanded Toil Shows On His Deed, - The Charter Of The Soil!

To Brag Little, To Lose Well, / To Crow Gently If In Luck, / To Pay Up, To Own Up, / To Shut Up If Beaten, / Are The Virtues Of A Sportingman.

Detached Reflection Cannot Be Demanded In The Presence Of An Uplifted Knife.