Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

Beauty is but a flower,
Which wrinkles will devour.

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious read more

To his tuned spirit the wild heather-bells
Ring Sabbath knells;
The sod's a cushion for his pious want,
And, consecrated by the heaven within it,
The sky-blue pool a font.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

Care keeps his watch in every old man's eye.

Aske much to have a little.

Aske much to have a little.

A woman's general. What should we fear?

A woman's general. What should we fear?

What sweeter gift from nature has fallen to the lot of man than
his children?

What sweeter gift from nature has fallen to the lot of man than
his children?

We have to thank God for this retirement.

We have to thank God for this retirement.

Neither bribe nor loose thy right.

Neither bribe nor loose thy right.

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is read more

For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of
the fool: this also is vanity.