Lives Like A Drunken Sailor On A

We Will All Laugh At Gilded Butterflies.

Nimble Thought Can Jump Both Sea And Land.

He That Will Have A Cake Out Of The Wheat Must Tarry The Grinding.

Nay, Had I Pow'r, I Should Pour The Sweet Milk Of Concord Into Hell, Uproar The Universal Peace, Confound All Unity On Earth.

There Is Not One Wise Man In Twenty That Will Praise Himself.