And wheresoe'er thou move, good luck Shall fling her old shoe after.
Better fifty years of Europe than a cycle of Cathay.
Read my little fable: He that runs may read. Most can raise the flowers now, For all have got the seed.
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
In time there is no present, In eternity no future, In eternity no past.
And blessings on the falling out That all the more endears, When we fall out with those we love And kiss again with tears!