Spangling The Wave With Lights

Greatness Of Any Kind Has No Greater Foe Than A Habit Of Drinking.

Thus Aged Men, Full Loth And Slow, The Vanities Of Life Forego, And Count Their Youthful Follies O'er, Till Memory Lends Her Light No More.

For Love Will Still Be Lord Of All.

"lambe Them, Lads! Lambe Them!" A Cant Phrase Of The Time Derived From The Fate Of Dr. Lambe, An Astrologer And Quack, Who Was Knocked On The Head By The Rabble In Charles The First's Time.

We Build Statues Out Of Snow, And Weep To See Them Melt.