If, Of All Words Of Tongue And

Thiar Ain't No Sense In Gittin' Riled!

The Only Sure Thing About Luck Is That It Will Change.

Love Differs From All The Other Contagious Diseases: The Last Time A Man Is Exposed To It, He Takes It Most Readily, And Has It The Worst!

Hark! I Hear The Tramp Of Thousands, And Of Armèd Men The Hum; Lo, A Nation's Hosts Have Gathered Round The Quick Alarming Drum Saying, Come, Freemen, Come! Ere Your Heritage Be Wasted, Said The Quick Alarming Drum.

The Delicate Thought, That Cannot Find Expression, For Ruder Speech Too Fair, That, Like Thy Petals, Trembles In Possession, And Scatters On The Air.