Tomorrow Is An Old Deceiver, And His

To Do Nothing Is In Everyone's Power.

Of A Thousand Shavers, Two Do Not Shave So Much Alike As Not To Be Distinguished.

The Misery Of Man Proceeds Not From Any Single Crush Of Overwhelming Evil, But From Small Vexations Continually Repeated.

"uisce Beatha" Is A Compounded Distilled Spirit Being Drawn On Aromatics, And The Irish Sort Is Particularly Distinguished For Its Pleasant And Mild Flavour.

Much Mischief Is Done In The World With Very Little Interest Or Design.