Alas For The Rarity Of Christian Charity

Lives Of Great Men Oft Remind Us As We O'er Their Pages Turn, That We Too May Leave Behind Us - Letters That We Ought To Burn.

Tis Like The Birthday Of The World, When Earth Was Born In Bloom; The Light Is Made Of Many Dyes, The Air Is All Perfume: There's Crimson Buds, And White And Blue, The Very Rainbow Showers Have Turned To Blossoms Where They Fell, And Sown The Earth With Flowers.

No Blessed Leisure For Love Or Hope, But Only Time For Grief.

The Biggest Bore Of All Is He Who Is Overflowing With Congratulations

Pity It Is To Slay The Meanest Thing.