To Attempt To Advise Conceited People Is

O Bed! O Bed! Delicious Bed! That Heaven Upon Earth To The Weary Head.

I Resolved That, Like The Sun, As Long As My Day Lasted, I Would Look On The Bright Side Of Everything.

There Is A Silence Where Hath Been No Sound, There Is A Silence Where No Sound May Be,- In The Cold Grave, Under The Deep, Deep Sea, Or In The Wide Desert Where No Life Is Found.

Ben Battle Was A Soldier Bold, And Used To War's Alarms, But A Cannon-ball Took Off His Legs, So He Laid Down His Arms.

For Man May Pious Texts Repeat, And Yet Religion Have No Inward Seat