An Two Men Ride Of A Horse,

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

Guiltiness Will Speak, Though Tongues Were Out Of Use

Chewing The Food Of Sweet And Bitter Fancy.

Night's Candles Have Burned Out, And Jocund Day Stands Tiptoe On The Misty Mountaintops." Hope Tinged With Melancholy - Like Life.

Affliction Is Enamoured Of Thy Parts, And Thou Art Wedded To Calamity.