The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

The slow, sweet hours that bring us all things good.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.

The silence often of pure innocence
Persuades, when speaking fails.

Before you make a friend, eate a bushell of salt with him.
[Before you make a friend, eat a read more

Before you make a friend, eate a bushell of salt with him.
[Before you make a friend, eat a bushel of salt with him.]

He did not care a button for it.

He did not care a button for it.

Our fears are always more numerous than our dangers.

Our fears are always more numerous than our dangers.

In a retreat the lame are formost.

In a retreat the lame are formost.

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad read more

Now, my sere fancy "falls into the yellow
Leaf," and imagination droops her pinion;
And the sad truth, which hovers o'er my desk,
Turns what was once romantic to burlesque.

Talkers are no good doers.

Talkers are no good doers.

Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your
wild oats.

Be not ashamed to have had wild days, but not to have sown your
wild oats.