Words Are But Pictures Of Our Thoughts.

The Bravest Men Are Subject Most To Chance.

I Am As Free As Nature First Made Man, Ere The Base Laws Of Servitude Began, When Wild In Woods The Noble Savage Ran.

I Strongly Wish For What I Faintly Hope; Like The Daydreams Of Melancholy Men, I Think And Think In Things Impossible, Yet Love To Wander In That Golden Maze.

Old Age Creeps On Us Ere We Think It Nigh.

Keen Appetite And Quick Digestion Wait On You And Yours.