Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.

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

The stones that critics hurl with harsh intent, a man may use to build his monument.

No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.

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

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.

Scheme not to make what's Another's your own; Be not a Dog for the sake of a Bone.