Cats Are A Mysterious Kind Of Folk.

Recollect That The Almighty, Who Gave The Dog To Be Companion Of Our Pleasures And Our Toils, Hath Invested Him With A Nature Noble And Incapable Of Deceit.

As Good Play For Nothing, You Know, As Work For Nothing.

But Woe Awaits A Country When She Sees The Tears Of Bearded Men.

November's Sky Is Chill And Drear, November's Leaf Is Red And Sear.

A Rusted Nail, Placed Near The Faithful Compass, Will Sway It From The Truth, And Wreck The Argosy.