Is n't God upon the ocean Just the same as on the land?

A farmer travelling with his load Picked up a horseshoe on the road, And nailed if fast to his barn door, That luck might down upon him pour That every blessing known in life Might crown his homestead and his wife, And never any kind of harm Descend upon his growing farm.

Courtesy gives its owner a passport round the world. It transmutes aliens into trusting friends.

The man who tells me an indelicate story does me an injury.

Let heaven-eyed Prudence battle with Desire.

Inner sunshine warms not only the heart of the owner, but all who come in contact with it.

How sweet and gracious, even in common speech, Is that fine sense which men call Courtesy! Wholesome as air and genial as the light, Welcome in every clime as breath of flowers, It transmutes aliens into trusting friends, And gives its owner passport round the globe.