Active minds that think and study, like swift brooks are seldom muddy.

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.

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

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

I hope the Vandals had thorns in their sandals