My Tears Are Buried In My Heart,

Conscience, Like A Child, Is Soon Lulled To Sleep.

Farewell's A Bitter Word To Say.

The Dream On The Pillow, That Flits With The Day, The Leaf Of The Willow A Breath Wears Away; The Dust On The Blossom, The Spray On The Sea; Ay,--ask Thine Own Bosom-- Are Emblems Of Thee.

Marriage Is Like Money - Seem To Want It, And You Never Get It.

Occupation Is One Great Source Of Enjoyment. No Man, Properly Occupied, Was Ever Miserable.