Our business in the field of fight, Is not to question, but to prove our might.

Our rural ancestors, with little blest, Patient of labor when the end was rest, Indulged the day that housed their annual grain, With feasts, and off'rings, and a thankful strain.

To the Elysian shades dismiss my soul, where no carnation fades.

A person who is too nice an observer of the business of the crowd, like one who is too curious in observing the labor of bees, will often be stung for his curiosity.

For lo! the board with cups and spoons is crowned.The berries crackle, and the mill turns round ... At once they gratify their scent and taste.And frequent cups prolong the rich repast... Coffee (which makes the politician wise And see through all things with his half-shut eyes).

Man, like the generous vine, supported lives; the strength he gains is from the embrace he gives.

Fear not the anger of the wise to raise; Those best can bear reproof who merit praise.