A Sly Old Fish, Too Cunning For

Ease Leads To Habit, As Success To Ease. He Lives By Rule Who Lives Himself To Please.

A Great Lie Is Like A Great Fish On Dry Land; It May Fret And Fling And Make A Frightful Bother, But It Cannot Hurt You. You Have Only To Keep Still, And It Will Die Of Itself.

The Game Is Never Lost Till Won.

Our Farmers Round, Well Pleased With Constant Gain, Like Other Farmers, Flourish And Complain.

Dreams Are Like Portraits; And We Find They Please Because They Are Confessed Resemblances.