When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.

Everyday is a birthday; every moment of it is new to us; we are born again, renewed for fresh work and endeavor.

And he that does one fault at first And lies to hide it, makes it two.

I would not change my native landFor rich Peru with all her gold

Birds in their little nests agree; And 'tis a shameful sight When children of one family Fall out, and chide, and fight.

It was a saying of the ancients, "Truth lies in a well;" and to carry on this metaphor, we may justly say that logic does supply us with steps, whereby we may go down to reach the water.

Every one of his opinions appears to himself to be written with sunbeams.