Who With A Little Cannot Be Content,

Cherry-ripe, Ripe, Ripe, I Cry, Full And Fair Ones; Come And Buy. If So Be You Ask Me Where They Do Grow, I Answer: There, Where My Julia's Lips Do Smile; There's The Land, Or Cherry-isle, Whose Plantations Fully Show All The Year Where Cherries Grow.

Whatever Comes, Let's Be Content Withal: Among God's Blessings There Is No One Small.

It Takes Great Wit And Interest And Energy To Be Happy. The Pursuit Of Happiness Is A Great Activity. One Must Be Open And Alive. It Is The Greatest Feat Man Has To Accomplish.

Our Present Tears Here, Not Our Present Laughter Are But The Handsells Of Our Joys Hereafter.

The Glorious Lamp Of Heaven, The Sun.