Repentance Is The Virtue Of Weak Minds.

Doeg, Though Without Knowing How Or Why, Made Still A Blundering Kind Of Melody; Spurr'd Boldly On, And Dash'd Through Thick And Thin, Through Sense And Nonsense, Never Out Nor In; Free From All Meaning Whether Good Or Bad, And In One Word, Heroically Mad.

To Breed Up The Son To Common Sense Is Evermore The Parent's Least Expense.

The Secret Pleasure Of A Generous Act Is The Great Mind's Great Bribe.

My Whole Life Has Been A Golden Dream Of Love And Friendship.

Happy The Man, And Happy He Alone, He, Who Can Call Today His Own.