Seldom Comes Glory Till A Man Be

When One Is Past, Another Care We Have; Thus Woe Succeeds A Woe, As Wave A Wave.

Happy Is The Bride That The Sun Shines On.

It Is The End That Crowns Us, Not The Fight.

In Sober Mornings Do Not Thou Rehearse The Holy Incantation Of A Verse

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.