Good sense, good health, good conscience, and good fame,--all these belong to virtue, and all prove that virtue has a title to your love.

With spots quadrangular of diamond form, ensanguined hearts, clubs typical of strife, and spades, the emblems of untimely graves.

Religion! what treasure untold resides in that heavenly word!

But, oh, Thou bounteous Giver of all good, Thou art, of all Thy gifts, Thyself thy crown!

No one was ever scolded out of their sins.

Now stir the fire, and close the shutters fast, Let fall the curtains, wheel the sofa around, And while the bubbling and loud-hissing urn Throws up a steamy column, and the cups That cheer but not inebriate, wait on each, So let us welcome peaceful evening in

We turn to dust, and all our mightiest works die too.