Come Live In My Heart, And Pay

Reproof On Her Lip, But A Smile In Her Eye.

Circumstances Are The Rulers Of The Weak; They Are But The Instruments Of The Wise.

Better To Be Safe Than Sorry.

Sure My Love Is All Crostlike A Bud In The Frostand There's No Use At All In My Going To Bed,for 't Is Dhrames And Not Slape That Comes Into My Head!

My Hearing Has Suffered Seriously; Just Now I Am Obliged To Have The Assistance Of An Ear Trumpet. Think Of That, My Beauty! - There 's A State For Your Old Lover To Be In! - No More Tender Whisperings! Imagine Sweet Confessions To Be Made Through An Ear Trumpet!