To-morrow We Embark Upon The Boundless Sea.

The Man Who Acts The Least, Upbraids The Most.

Discourse, The Sweeter Banquet Of The Mind.

You Never Know When An Old Calendar Might Come In Handy! Sure, It's Not 1985 Right Now, But Who Knows What Tomorrow Will Bring?

It Never Was Our Guise To Slight The Poor, Or Aught Humane Despise.

And Heaven, That Every Virtue Bears In Mind, E'en To The Ashes Of The Just Is Kind.