In Ways To Greatness Think On This,

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.

It Is An Active Flame That Fliesfirst To The Babies In The Eyes.

In Vain Our Labours Are, Whatsoe'er They Be, Unless God Gives The Benediction.

A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.