The Satanic school.

From his brimstone bed, at break of day, A-walking the Devil is gone, To look at his little snug farm of the world, And see how his stock went on.

Every man for himself, his own ends, the devil for all.

The Devil himself, which is the author of confusion and lies.

No distance of place or lapse of time can lessen the friendship of those who are thoroughly persuaded of each other's worth.

Affliction is not sent in vain, young man, From that good God, who chastens whom he loves.