One that would peep and botanize Upon his mother's grave.
There is a luxury in self-dispraise; And inward self-disparagement affords To meditative spleen a grateful feast.
Be mild, and cleave to gentle things, thy glory and thy happiness be there.
Give all thou canst; high Heaven rejects the lore of nicely-caluculated less or more.
Golf is a day spent in a round of strenuous idleness.
Oh for a single hour of that Dundee Who on that day the word of onset gave!