Believe Me, The Man Who Earns His

Sometimes The Table Was Graced With Immense Apple-pies, Or Saucers Full Of Preserved Peaches And Pears; But It Was Always Sure To Boast An Enormous Dish Of Balls Of Sweetened Dough, Fried In Hog's Fat, And Called Doughnuts, Or Olykoeks - A Delicious Kind Of Cake, At Present Scarce Known In This City, Except In Genuine Dutch Families.

Surely Happiness Is Reflective, Like The Light Of Heaven.

There Is A Sacredness In Tears

It's A Fair Wind That Blew Men To Ale.

Villainy Wears Many Masks; None So Dangerous As The Mask Of Virtue.