What Is It To Be

Our Judgments, Like Our Watches, None Go Just Alike, Yet Each Believes His Own

Oh! Be Thou Blest With All That Heaven Can Send, Long Health, Long Youth, Long Pleasure-and A Friend.

There Never Was Any Party, Faction, Sect, Or Cabal Whatsoever, In Which The Most Ignorant Were Not The Most Violent; For A Bee Is Not A Busier Animal Than A Blockhead.

The Season When To Come, And When To Go, To Sing, Or Cease To Sing, We Never Know.

Consult The Genius Of The Place, That Paints As You Plant, And As You Work.