Judges And Senates Have Been

Our Passions Are Like Convulsion Fits, Which, Though They Make Us Stronger For A Time, Leave Us The Weaker Ever After.

In Death A Hero, As In Life A Friend!

Like Bubbles On The Sea Of Matter Borne, They Rise, They Break, And To That Sea Return.

Some Praise At Morning What They Blame At Night, But Always Think The Last Opinion Right.

Great Oaks Grow From Little Acorns. He Has A Green Thumb. He Has Green Fingers. He's Sowing His Wild Oats. Here Ceres' Gifts In Waving Prospect Stand, And Nodding Tempt The Joyful Reaper's Hand.