Lying lips are abomination to the Lord.

Lying lips are abomination to the Lord.

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.

What's gone, and what's past help,
Should be past grieve.

Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the read more

Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the passing year.

Fortune favours the bold.

Fortune favours the bold.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

There's not a string attuned to mirth,
But has its chord in melancholy.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy
are deceitful.

Faithful are the wounds of a friend; but the kisses of an enemy
are deceitful.

He is twice a conqueror, who can restrain himself in the hour of
triumph.

He is twice a conqueror, who can restrain himself in the hour of
triumph.

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if read more

But ask not thou if happiness be there,
If the loud laugh disguise convulsive throe,
Or if the brow the heart's true livery wear.

If all fooles had babies, wee should want fuell.

If all fooles had babies, wee should want fuell.