No Tree In All The Grove But

Happy The Man Who Sees A God Employed In All The Good And Ills That Checker Life.

The Man That Hails You Tom Or Jack, And Proves By Thumps Upon Your Back How He Esteems Your Merit, Is Such A Friend, That One Had Need Be Very Much His Friend Indeed To Pardon Or To Bear It.

The Path Of Sorrow, And That Path Alone, Leads To The Land Where Sorrow Is Unknown.

Truth Is The Golden Girdle Of The Globe.

Tis Providence Alone Secures In Every Change Both Mine And Yours.