Where there is mystery, it is generally suspected there must also be evil.

Kill a man's family, and he may brook it, But keep your hands out of his breeches' pocket.

It is very iniquitous to make me pay my debts - you have no idea of the pain it gives one.

Yet still there whispers the small voice within, Heard through Gain's silence, and o'er Glory's din; Whatever creed be taught or land be trod, Man's conscience is the oracle of God.

All who joy would win must share it. Happiness was born a Twin.

Man is a carnivorous production, And must have meals, at least one meal a day; He cannot live, like woodcocks, upon suction, But, like the shark and tiger, must have prey; Although his anatomical construction Bears vegetables, in a grumbling way, Your laboring people think beyond all question, Beef, veal, and mutton better for digestion.

And life 's enchanted cup but sparkles near the brim.