Covetousness Bursts The Sack And Spills The

To All, To Each, A Fair Good-night, And Pleasing Dreams, And Slumbers Light.

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

Art Thou A Friend To Roderick?

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

I Was Born A Scotsman And A Bare One. Therefore I Was Born To Fight My Way In The World.