A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.

the joy that you give to others is the joy that comes back to you

Our toil is sweet with thankfulness, Our burden is our boon; The curse of earth's gray morning is The blessing of its noon.

What moistens the lip and what brightens the eye? What calls back the past like the rich pumpkin pie?

A charmed life old goodness hath; the tares may perish, but the grain is not for death.

The age is dull and mean. Men creep, Not walk; with blood too pale and tame To pay the debt they owe to shame; Buy cheap, sell dear; eat. drink, and sleep down-pillowed, deaf to moaning want; Pay tithes for soul-insurance; keep Six days to Mammon, one to Cant

If thou of fortune be bereft, and in thy store there be but left two loaves, sell one, and with the dole, buy hyacinths to feed thy soul.