I Confess Freely To You,

I Know A Lady That Loves To Talk So Incessantly, She Won't Give An Echo Fair Play; She Has That Everlasting Rotation Of Tongue That An Echo Must Wait Till She Dies Before It Can Catch Her Last Words!

No, I'm No Enemy To Learning; It Hurts Not Me.

There Are Times When Sense May Be Unseasonable, As Well As Truth.

I Came Up Stairs Into The World, For I Was Born In A Cellar.

Blessings Ever Wait On Virtuous Deeds, And Though A Late, A Sure Reward Succeeds.