Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You

A Sweet Disorder In The Dress Kindles In Clothes A Wantonness : A Lawn About The Shoulders Thrown Into A Fine Distraction : An Erring Lace Which Here And There Enthrals The Crimson Stomacher : A Cuff Neglectful, And Thereby Ribbons To Flow Confusedly : A Winning Wave (deserving Note) In The Tempestuous Petticoat : A Careless Shoe-string, In Whose Tie I See A Wild Civility : Do More Bewitch Me Than When Art Is Too Precise In Every Part.

Love Is Maintain'd By Wealth: When All Is Spent, Adversity Then Breeds The Discontent.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

In Ways To Greatness Think On This, That Slippery All Ambition Is

Humble We Must Be, If To Heaven We Go; High Is The Roof There, But The Gate Is Low.