Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

Where Cheating Is, There's Mischief There.

The Man Who Never Alters His Opinions Is Like Standing Water, And Breeds Reptiles Of The Mind.

The Little Ones Leaped, And Shouted, And Laugh'd And All The Hills Echoed

Everything To Be Imagined Is An Image Of Truth.

Then The Parson Might Preach, & Drink, & Sing, And We'd Be As Happy As Birds In The Spring; And Modest Dame Lurch, Who Is Always At Church, Would Not Have Bandy Children, Nor Fasting, Nor Birch.