Skins May Differ, But Affection Dwells In

Happy The Man Who Sees A God Employed In All The Good And Ills That Checker Life.

Pleasure Is Labour Too, And Tires As Much.

The Innocent Seldom Find An Uncomfortable Pillow.

Lord, It Is My Chief Complaint, That My Love Is Weak And Faint; Yet I Love Thee And Adore, Oh For Grace To Love Thee More!

We Sacrifice To Dress Till Household Joys And Comforts Cease. Dress Drains Our Cellar Dry, And Keeps Our Larder Lean.