It's All In The Day's Work, As

Our Wanton Accidents Take Root, And Grow To Vaunt Themselves God's Laws.

I Go At What I Have To Do As If There Were Nothing Else In The World For Me To Do.

If "ifs" And "ands" Were Pots And Pans, There'd Be No Work For Tinkers' Hands

Three Fishers Went Sailing Away To The West,/ Away To The West As The Sun Went Down.

A Blessed Thing It Is To Have A Friend; One Human Soul Whom We Can Trust Utterly; Who Knows The Best And Worst Of Us, And Who Loves Us In Spite Of All Our Faults; Who Will Speak The Honest Truth To Us, While The World Flatters Us To Our Face, And Laughs At Us Behind Our Back; Who Will Give Us Counsel And Reproof In A Day Of Prosperity And Self-conceit; But Who, Again, Will Comfort And Encourage Us In Days Of Difficulty And Sorrow, When The World Leaves Us Alone To Fight Our Own Battle As We Can.