The Cat on your hearthstone to this day presages, By solemnly sneezing, the coming of rain!

What one approves , another scorns, And thus his nature each discloses: You find the rosebush full of thorns, I find the thornbush full of roses.

It takes a bee to get the honey out

A Man consumes the Time you make him Wait In thinking of your Faults-so don't be late!

Don't tell your friends about your indigestion. "How are you" is a greeting, not a question.

So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.

God's Road is all uphill, but do not tire; Rejoice that we may still keep climbing higher.