Earth! Render Back From Out

Dreading That Climax Of All Human Ills The Inflammation Of His Weekly Bills.

The Best Prophet Of The Future Is The Past.

You Should Have A Softer Pillow Than My Heart.

And Hold Up To The Sun My Little Taper.

Let No Man Grumble When His Friends Fall Off, As They Will Do Like Leaves At The First Breeze; When Your Affairs Come Round, One Way Or T'other, Go To The Coffee House, And Take Another.