Rogues In Rags Are Kept In Countenance

Search Then The Ruling Passion: This Clue, Once Found, Unravels All The Rest.

And Make Each Day A Critic On The Last.

There Goes A Saying, And 'twas Shrewdly Said, ''old Fish At Table, But Young Flesh In Bed.

Where'er You Walk Cool Gales Shall Fan The Glade, Trees Where You Sit Shall Crowd Into A Shade. Where'er You Tread The Blushing Flowers Shall Rise, And All Things Flourish Where You Turn Your Eyes.

The Flower's Are Gone When The Fruits Appear To Ripen.