God made the country, and man made the town.
The darkest day, If you live till tomorrow will have past away.
The path of sorrow and that path alone, leads to a land where sorrow is unknown.
Nature is a good name for an effect whose cause is God.
It chills my blood to hear the blest Supreme Rudely appealed to on each trifling theme.
Variety's the very spice of life, That gives it all its flavour.
I pity them greatly, but I must be mum, for how could we do without sugar and rum?
Candid and generous and just. Boys care but little whom they trust. An error soon corrected -- for who but learns in riper years. That man, when smoothest he appears, is most to be suspected?