Having My Freedom, Boast Of Nothing Else.

A Good Leg Will Fall; A Straight Back Will Stoop; A Black Beard Will Turn White; A Curl'd Pate Will Grow Bald; A Fair Face Will Wither; A Full Eye Will Wax Hollow: But A Good Heart, Kate, Is The Sun And The Moon; Or, Rather, The Sun, And Not The Moon, — For It Shines Bright, And Never Changes, But Keeps His Course Truly.

This Thing Of Darkness I Acknowlege Mine. There Is Nothing More Confining Than The Prison We Don't Know We Are In.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

Tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich.

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