Of All The Ways To Lose A

Thought Is The Seed Of Action.

I Wiped Away The Weeds And Foam, I Fetched My Sea-borne Treasures Home.

The Whole Value Of The Dime Is In Knowing What To Do With It.

My Tongue Is Prone To Lose The Way,not So My Pen, For In A Letterwe Have Not Better Things To Say,but Surely Put Them Better.

A Nation, Like A Tree, Does Not Thrive Well Till It Is Engraffed With A Foreign Stock.