But Shall We Wear These Glories For

A Man Cannot Make Him Laugh - But That's No Marvel; He Drinks No Wine.

Love Adds A Precious Seeing To The Eye.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Like As The Waves Make Towards The Pebbled Shore, So Do Our Minutes Hasten To Their End; Each Changing Place With That Which Goes Before, In Sequent Toil All Forwards Do Contend.