As Good Play For Nothing, You Know,

Her Blue Eyes Sought The West Afar, For Lovers Love The Western Star.

High Minds, Of Native Pride And Force, Most Deeply Feel Thy Pangs, Remorse; Fear, For Their Scourge, Means Villains Have, Thou Art The Torturer Of The Brave!

There Is A Southern Proverb - Fine Words Butter No Parsnips.

He That Would Soothe Sorrow Must Not Argue On The Vanity Of The Most Deceitful Hopes.

Each Must Drain His Share Of Pleasure, Share Of Pain.