Mind Your Speech A Little Lest You

All Impediments In Fancy's Course Are Motives Of More Fancy.

Happy Thou Art Not; For What Thou Hast Not, Still Thou Strivest To Get; And What Thou Hast, Forgettest.

In Sweet Music Is Such Art: Killing Care And Grief Of Heart Fall Asleep, Or Hearing, Die.

Like A Barber's Chair That Fits All Buttocks.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.