Oh, A Day In The City-square, There

Quick-loving Hearts ... May Quickly Loathe.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

O, Brothers! Let Us Leave The Shame And Sin Of Taking Vainly In A Plaintive Mood, The Holy Name Of Grief--holy Herein, That, By The Grief Of One, Came All Our Good.

Get Leave To Work In This World,--'tis The Best You Get At All.

No Man Can Be Called Friendless Who Has God And The Companionship Of Good Books.