That Soul That Can Be

He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Sober, Falls As The Leaves Do, And Dies In October; But He Who Goes To Bed, And Goes To Bed Mellow, Lives As He Ought To Do, And Dies An Honest Fellow.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

I Find The Medicine Worse Than The Malady.

Man Is His Own Star, And The Soul That Can Render An Honest And A Perfect Man, Commands All Light.

Charity And Treating Begin At Home.