The Best Is Yet To Come.

Time ... Thou Ceaseless Lackey To Eternity.

Season Your Admiration For A While.

There Is An Old Poor Man,. . . . Oppress'd With Two Weak Evils, Age And Hunger.

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax

I Had Rather Chop This Hand Off At A Blow, And With The Other Fling It At Thy Face.