As Good Play For Nothing, You Know,

Some Touch Of Nature's Genial Glow.

Of All Vices, Drinking Is The Most Incompatible With Greatness.

The Half Hour Between Waking And Rising Has All My Life Proved Propitious To Any Task Which Was Exercising My Invention... It Was Always When I First Opened My Eyes That The Desired Ideas Thronged Upon Me.

A Fool's Wild Speech Confounds The Wise.

Still From The Sire The Son Shall Hear Of The Stern Strife, And Carnage Drear, Of Flodden's Fatal Field, When Shiver'd Was Fair Scotland's Spear, And Broken Was Her Shield!