We Batchelors laugh and shew our teeth, but you married men laugh till your hearts ake.
Praise day at night, and life at the end.
Enrich my heart, mouth, hands in me, With faith, with hope, with charity, That I may run, rise, rest with Thee.
Though the Fox run, the chicken hath wings.
Keep good company, and you shall be of the number.
He that knows nothing doubts nothing.