Educated Men Are So Impressive.

Had I But Died An Hour Before This Chance, I Had Liv'd A Blessed Time; For, From This Instant, There's Nothing Serious In Mortality: All Is But Toys; Renown, And Grace Is Dead; The Wine Of Life Is Drawn, And The Mere Lees Is Left This Vault To Brag Of.

Love Runs Away From Those Chasing Her, And Those Who Run Away, She Throws Herself On His Neck.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

Pray, Love, Remember: And There Is Pansies, That's For Thoughts.

Britain Is A World By Itself, And We Will Nothing Pay For Wearing Our Own Noses.