Where Lives The Man That Has Not

Sleep The Sleep That Knows Not Breaking, Morn Of Toil, Nor Night Of Waking.

Silence, Maiden; Thy Tongue Outruns Thy Discretion.

Caution Comes Too Late When We Are In The Midst Of Evils.

Earth Walks On Earth, Glittering In Gold; Earth Goes To Earth, Sooner Than It Wold; Earth Builds On Earth, Palaces And Towers; Earth Says To Earth, Soon, All Shall Be Ours.

A Christmas Gambol Oft Could Cheer The Poor Man's Heart Through Half The Year.