Virtuous And Vicious Every Man Must Be,

In Lazy Apathy Let Stoics Boast, Their Virtue Fix'd: 't Is Fix'd As In A Frost; Contracted All, Retiring To The Breast; But Strength Of Mind Is Exercise, Not Rest.

Give Me Again My Hollow Tree A Crust Of Bread, And Liberty!

E'en Sunday Shines No Sabbath Day To Me.

They Dream In Courtship, But In Wedlock Wake.

When We Are Young, We Are Slavishly Employed In Procuring Something Whereby We May Live Comfortably When We Grow Old; And When We Are Old, We Perceive It Is Too Late To Live As We Proposed.