Sin We Have Explain'd Away; Unluckily, The

If Any Foes Of Mine Are There, I Pardon Every One: I Hope That Man And Womankind Will Do The Same By Me.

Soul's Castle Fell At One Blast Of Temptation, But Many A Worm Had Pierced The Foundation.

Before A Day Was Over, Home Comes The Rover, For Mother's Kiss - Sweeter This Than Any Other Thing!

Yet Dearer Still That Irish Hill Than All The World Beside; It's Home, Sweet Home, Where'er I Roam, Through Lands And Waterswide.

Writing Is Learning To Say Nothing, More Cleverly Every Day.