Gold! Gold! Gold! Gold! Bright

A Moment's Thinking Is An Hour In Words.

Half Of The Failures In Life Come From Pulling One's Horse When He Is Leaping.

The Quaker Loves An Ample Brim, A Hat That Bows To No Salaam; And Dear The Beaver Is To Him As If It Never Made A Dam.

How Bless'd The Heart That Has A Friend. A Sympathizing Ear To Lend.

When He Is Forsaken, Withered And Shaken, What Can An Old Man Do But Die?