Voltaire and Shakespeare! He was all The other feigned to be. The flippant Frenchman speaks: I weep; And Shakespeare weeps with me.

On the Rhine, on the Rhine, there grow our vines. [Ger., Am Rhein, am Rhein, da wachsen uns're Reben.]

Adam laid himself down in Paradise to sleep
While from him was taken a wife to keep.
Adam poor father of creation’s best
Your first taste of sleep was your last of rest.

We plough the fields and scatter
The good seed on the land,
But it is fed and watered
By God's almighty hand;
He sends the snow in winter,
The warmth to swell the grain,
The breezes and the sunshine
And soft refreshing rain.

To do nothing evil is good; to wish nothing evil is better.

Say not always what you know, but always know what you say.