Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

There's Nothing In This World Can Make Me Joy.

Presume Not That I Am The Thing I Was.

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

Can You Nominate In Order Now The Degrees Of The Lie? I Will Name You The Degrees. The First, The Retort Courteous; The Second, The Quip Modest; The Third, The Reply Churlish; The Fourth, The Reproof Valiant; The Fifth; The Countercheck Quarrelsome; The Sixth, The Lie With Circumstance; The Seventh, The Lie Direct. All These You May Avoid But The Lie Direct; And You May Avoid That Too, With An If. . . . Your If Is The Only Peace-maker; Much Virtue In If.

There Live Not Three Good Men Unhanged In England; And One Of Them Is Fat And Grows Old.