A Quiet Conscience Makes One So Serene.

A Pretty Woman Is A Welcome Guest.

Eat, Drink And Love...the Rest Is Not Worth A Nickel

Oh! Snatched Away In Beauty's Bloom, On Thee Shall Press No Ponderous Tomb; But On Thy Turf Shall Roses Rear Their Leaves, The Earliest Of The Year.

Keep Thy Smooth Words And Juggling Homilies For Those Who Know Thee Not.

Oh, For A Forty-parson Power To Chant Thy Praise, Hypocrisy! Oh, For A Hymn Loud As The Virtues Thou Dost Loudly Vaunt, Not Practise!