Love, To Her Ear, Was But A

In That Pleasant District Of Merry England Which Is Watered By The River Don, There Extended In Ancient Times A Large Forest, Covering The Greater Part Of The Beautiful Hills And Valleys Which Lie Between Sheffield And The Pleasant Town Of Doncaster.

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

All Live By Seeming. The Beggar Begs With It, And The Gay Courtier Gains Land And Title, Rank And Rule, By Seeming; The Clergy Scorn It Not, And The Bold Soldier Will Eke With It His Service.--all Admit It, All Practise It; And He Who Is Content With Showing What He Is, Shall Have Small Credit In Church, Or Camp, Or State.--so Wags The World.

We Are Like The Herb Which Flourisheth Most When It Is Most Trampled On.

The Paths Of Virtue, Though Seldom Those Of Worldly Greatness, Are Always Those Of Pleasantness And Peace.