The Beggar Wears All Colors Fearing None.

As Half In Shade And Half In Sun This World Along Its Path Advances, May That Side The Sun 's Upon Be All That E'er Shall Meet Thy Glances!

No Work Is Worse Than Overwork; The Mind Preys On Itself,--the Most Unwholesome Of Food.

When Twilight Dews Are Falling Soft Upon The Rosy Sea, Love, I Watch The Star Whose Beam So Oft Has Lighted Me To Thee, Love.

New Year's Day Is Every Man's Birthday.

All, All Are Gone, The Old Familiar Faces.