Happy Is The Son Whose

Have Regular Hours For Work And Play; Make Each Day Both Useful And Pleasant, And Prove That You Understand The Worth Of Time By Employing It Well. Then Youth Will Be Delightful, Old Age Will Bring Few Regrets, And Life Will Become A Beautiful Success.

Love Jo All Your Days, If You Choose, But Don't Let It Spoil You, For It's Wicked To Throw Away So Many Good Gifts Because You Can't Have The One You Want.

Well, I Am Happy, And I Won't Fret, But It Does Seem As If The More One Gets The More One Wants.

Love Is A Flower That Grows In Any Soil, Works Its Sweet Miracles Undaunted By Autumn Frost Or Winter Snow, Blooming Fair And Fragrant All The Year, And Blessing Those Who Give And Those Who Receive.

I'm Perfectly Miserable; But If You Consider Me Presentable, I Die Happy.