Men Must Be Taught As

'tis Not A Lip, Or Eye, We Beauty Call, But The Joint Force And Full Result Of All.

Dogs, Ye Have Had Your Day!

The Race By Vigour, Not By Vaunts, Is Won.

The Good Must Merit God's Peculiar Care; But Who But God Can Tell Us Who They Are?

Great Oaks Grow From Little Acorns. He Has A Green Thumb. He Has Green Fingers. He's Sowing His Wild Oats. Here Ceres' Gifts In Waving Prospect Stand, And Nodding Tempt The Joyful Reaper's Hand.