Sweet Auburn, Loveliest Village Of The Plain.

Success Consists Of Getting Up Just One More Time Than You Fall.

And What Is Friendship But A Name, A Charm That Lulls To Sleep, A Shade That Follows Wealth Or Fame, And Leaves The Wretch To Weep?

Measures, Not Men, Have Always Been My Mark.

Our Pleasures Are Short, And Can Only Charm At Intervals; Love Is A Method Of Protraction Our Greatest Pleasure.

The Ambitious Are Forever Followed By Adulation For They Receive The Most Pleasure From Flattery.