It 's No Fish Ye 're Buying,

The Happy Combination Of Fortuitous Circumstances.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

Heap On More Wood! - The Wind Is Chill; But Let It Whistle As It Will, We'll Keep Our Christmas Merry Still.

Despite Those Titles, Power, And Pelf, The Wretch, Concentred All In Self, Living, Shall Forfeit Fair Renown, And, Doubly Dying, Shall Go Down To The Vile Dust, From Whence He Sprung, Unwept, Unhonor'd, And Unsung.

Without Courage There Cannot Be Truth, And Without Truth There Can Be No Other Virtue.