For Gold The Merchant Ploughs

But Little Mouse, You Are Not Alone, In Proving Foresight May Be Vain: The Best Laid Schemes Of Mice And Men Go Often Askew, And Leave Us Nothing But Grief And Pain, For Promised Joy! Still You Are Blest, Compared With Me!

It's Hardly In A Body's Pow'r,to Keep, At Times, Frae Being Sour.

God Help The Teacher, If A Man Of Sensibility And Genius, When A Booby Father Presents Him With His Booby Son, And Insists On Lighting Up The Rays Of Science In A Fellow's Head Whose Skull Is Impervious And Inaccessible By Any Other Way Than A Positive Fracture With A Cudgel.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

My Son, These Maxims Make A Rule An Lump Them Ay Thegither: The Rigid Righteous Is A Fool, The Rigid Wise Anither.