War Seldom Enters But Where Wealth Allures.

For They Can Conquer Who Believe They Can.

Who Climbs The Grammar-tree, Distinctly Knows Where Noun, And Verb, And Participle Grows.

Farewell, Too Little, And Too Lately Known, Whom I Began To Think And Call My Own.

A Knock-down Argument; 'tis But A Word And A Blow.

Beauty, Like Ice, Our Footing Does Betray; Who Can Tread Sure On The Smooth, Slippery Way: Pleased With The Surface, We Glide Swiftly On, And See The Dangers That We Cannot Shun.