The Cowslip Is A Country Wench.

My Books Kept Me From The Ring, The Dog-pit, The Tavern, And The Saloon.

Our Very Hopes Belied Our Fears, Our Fears Our Hopes Belied; We Thought Her Dying When She Slept, And Sleeping When She Died.

So Mayst Thou Live, Dear! Many Years, In All The Bliss That Life Endears

The Best Of Friends Fall Out, And So His Teeth Had Done Some Years Ago.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.