The Best Plans Of Men And Mice

To See Her Is To Love Her, And Love But Her Forever; For Nature Made Her What She Is, And Never Made Anither!

God Knows, I'm No The Thing I Should Be, Nor Am I Even The Thing I Could Be.

Go Fetch To Me A Pint O' Wine, An' Fill It In A Silver Tassie.

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

A Mind That Is Conscious Of Its Integrity Scorns To Say More Than It Means To Perform.