Many Of Our Cares Are But A

I Like A Highland Friend Who Will Stand By Me Not Only When I Am In The Right, But When I Am A Little In The Wrong.

Every Hour Has Its End.

All Men Who Have Turned Out Worth Anything Have Had The Chief Hand In Their Own Education.

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.

And Love Is Loveliest When Embalm'd In Tears.