With lilies and roses,
And sweet, blooming posies,
To give to the lad my heart tells me I love.
May the brow of the brave never want a wreath of laurel.
110. May the trees of liberty flourish round the globe, and every man partake of its fruit. May the wings of love never lose a feather.
111. Prescription—proscription.
112. Bar-gain.
113. 1,600 ÷ 32 = 50. 502 × 16 = 40,000.
114. Tanner.
115. Because it makes a man go.