The Bud May Have A Bitter Taste,

Sends Nature Forth The Daughter Of The Skies... To Dance On Earth, And Charm All Human Eyes.

... She, That Will With Kittens Jest, Should Bear A Kitten's Joke.

God Made Bees, And Bees Made Honey, God Made Man, And Man Made Money, Pride Made The Devil, And The Devil Made Sin; So God Made A Cole-pit To Put The Devil In.

In Indolent Vacuity Of Thought.

I Pity Them Greatly, But I Must Be Mum, For How Could We Do Without Sugar And Rum?