Affection! Affection Is False.

O Fortune, How Thy Restless, Wavering State Has Fraught With Cares My Troubled Wit!

He That Will Forget God, Will Also Forget His Benefactors.

Be Of Good Cheer, For You Will Never Want, For The Bullet Was Meant For Me, Though It Hit You.

My Care Is Like My Shadow In The Sun, Follows Me Flying, Flies When I Pursue It, Stands And Lies By Me, Doth What I Have Done.

My Seat Has Been The Seat Of Kings, And I Will Have No Rascal To Succeed Me.