The Human Heart, At Whatever Age, Opens

Nor Elves, Nor Fays, Nor Magic Charm, Have Pow'r, Or Will, To Work Us Harm; For Those Who Dare The Truth To Tell, Fays, Elves, And Fairies, Wish Them Well.

Half The Good Intentions Of My Life Have Been Frustrated By My Unfortunate Habit Of Putting Things Off Till To-morrow.

Fortune's Wheel Never Stands Still The Highest Point Is Therefore The Most Perilous.

Idleness, Ennui, Noise, Mischief, Riot, And A Nameless Train Of Mistaken Notions Of Pleasure, Are Often Classed, In A Young Man's Mind, Under The General Head Of Liberty.

Did The Warwickshire Militia, Who Were Chiefly Artisans, Teach The Irish To Drink Beer, Or Did They Learn From The Irish How To Drink Whiskey?