Fie, Fie, How Frantically I Square My

Let Us Not Burden Our Remembrances With A Heaviness That's Gone.

The Instances That Second Marriage Move Are Base Respects Of Thrift, But None Of Love.

Foul Words Is But Foul Wind, And Foul Wind Is But Foul Breath, And Foul Breath Is Noisome; Therefore I Will Depart Unkissed.

Flout 'em, And Scout 'em; And Scout 'em, And Flout 'em; / Thought Is Free.

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!