When Bounteous Autumn Rears Her Head, He

Be Fair, Or Foul, Or Rain, Or Shine, The Joys I Have Possessed, In Spite Of Fate, Are Mine. Not Heaven Itself Upon The Past Has Power; But What Has Been, Has Been, And I Have Had My Hour.

Never Was Patriot Yet, But Was A Fool.

How Easy 'tis, When Destiny Proves Kind, With Full-spread Sails To Run Before The Wind!

The First Is The Law, The Last Prerogative.

Sure There's Contagion In The Tears Of Friends.