He Was A Wise Man Who Originated

'twas But My Tongue, 'twas Not My Soul That Swore.

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.

For No Mortal Ever Attains To Blessedness. One May Be Luckier Than Another When Wealth Flows His Way, But Blessed Never.

Judge A Tree From Its Fruit, Not From Its Leaves.

Surely Again, To Heal Men's Wounds By Music's Spell.