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• GRAPE, n. Hail noble fruit! -- by Homer sung, Anacreon and Khayyam
  Thy praise is ever on the tongue Of better men than I am....
• Against Idleness and Mischief How doth the little busy bee How skillfully she builds her cell!
  Improve each shining hour, How neat she spreads the wax!...
• Against Idleness and Mischief How doth the little busy bee How skillfully she builds her cell!
  Improve each shining hour, How neat she spreads the wax!...
• From every place below the skies The grateful song, the fervent prayer,-- The incense of the heart, To heaven, and find acceptance there.
  -- John Pierpont (1785-1866) -- Every Place a Temple...
• When I can read my title clear To mansions in the skies, I 'll bid farewell to every fear, And wipe my weeping eyes.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Hymns and Spiritual Songs, Book ii, Hymn 65...
• To God the Father, God the Son, And God the Spirit, Three in One, Be honour, praise, and glory given By all on earth, and all in heaven.
  -- Isaac Watts (1674-1748) -- Doxology...
• Every creator painfully experiences the chasm between his inner vision and its ultimate expression.
  -- Isaac Singe...
• FOLLY, n. That "gift and faculty divine" whose creative and controlling energy inspires Man's mind, guides his actions and adorns his life.
  Folly! although Erasmus praised thee once In a thick volume, and all authors known, If not thy glory yet thy power have shown, Deign to take homage from thy son who hunts Through all thy maze his brothers, fool and dunce, To mend their lives and to sustain his own, However feebly be his arrows thrown, Howe'er each hide the flying weapons blunts....
• My country, 't is of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing
  Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims' pride, From every mountain-side Let freedom ring....