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

Porcupine, whom one must Handle, glove'd, May be Respected, but is never Loved.

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

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.

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

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

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