Oh the saddest of sights in a world of sin Is the little lost pup with his tail tucked in.
No true reform has ever come to pass Unchallenged by a liar and an ass.
So once in every year we throng Upon a day apart, to praise the Lord with feast and song in thankfulness of heart.
He who knows what he is told must know a lot of things that are not so.
I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals
Of all cold words of tongue or pen, the worst are these: "I knew him when -