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Nobody Ought To Be Too Old To Improve: I Should Be Sorry If I Was; And I Flatter Myself I Have Already Improved Considerably By My Travels. First, I Can Swallow Gruel Soup, Egg Soup, And All Manner Of Soups, Without Making Faces Much. Secondly, I Can Pretty Well Live Without Tea.

Time Deals Gently With Me; And Though I Feel That I Descend, The Slope Is Easy.

Fair Venus Shines Even In The Eve Of Day, With Sweetest Beam Propitious Shines, And Shakes A Trembling Flood Of Softened Radiance From Her Dewy Locks.

The World Has Little To Bestow Where Two Fond Hearts In Equal Love Are Joined.

Life! We've Been Long Together Through Pleasant And Through Cloudy Weather; Tis Hard To Part When Friends Are Dear,- Perhaps 'twill Cost A Sigh, A Tear. Then Steal Away, Give Little Warning. Choose Thine Own Time, Say Not "good-night," But In Some Brighter Clime, Bid Me "good-morning."