Come, And Take Choice Of All My

If By Chance I Talk A Little Wild, Forgive Me; I Had It From My Father.

My Long Sickness Of Health And Living Now Begins To Mend, And Nothing Brings Me All Things.

Virtue Is Bold, And Goodness Never Fearful.

I Have Touch'd The Highest Point Of All My Greatness, And From That Full Meridian Of My Glory I Haste Now To My Setting.

A Jest's Prosperity Lies In The Ear