I wish I loved the Human Race; I wish I loved its silly face; I wish I liked the way it walks; I wish I liked the way it talks; And when I'm introduced to one I wish I thought What Jolly Fun!

So the heart be right, it is no matter which way the head lieth.

Never spend anything before thou have it; for borrowing is the canker and death of every man's estate.

Talking much is a sign of vanity, for the one who is lavish with words is cheap in deeds.

Our bodies are but the anvils of pain and disease and our minds the hives of unnumbered cares.

The longer it possesseth a man the more he will delight in it, and the older he groweth the more he shall be subject to it; for it dulleth the spirits, and destroyeth the body as ivy doth the old tree, or as the worm that engendereth in the kernal of the nut.

A wandering minstrel I A thing of shreds and patches Of ballads, songs and snatches And dreamy lullaby!