When bounteous autumn rears her head, he joys to pull the ripened pear.

The conscience of a people is their power.

Happy the man, and happy he alone, he who can call today his own; he who, secure within, can say, tomorrow do thy worst, for I have lived today.

He trudged along unknowing what he sought, And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

Hushed as midnight silence.

Freedom which in no other land will thrive, Freedom an English subject's sole prerogative.

Better to hunt in fields, for health unbought, Than fee the doctor for a nauseous draught, The wise, for cure, on exercise depend; God never made his work for man to mend.