His Native Home Deep Imag'd In His

Two Friends, Two Bodies With One Soul Inspired.

A Decent Boldness Ever Meets With Friends.

Why, You Could Wake Up Dead Tomorrow

So, The Gods Don't Hand Out All Their Gifts At Once, Not Build And Brains And Flowing Speech To All. One Man May Fail To Impress Us With His Looks But A God Can Crown His Words With Beauty, Charm, And Men Look On With Delight When He Speaks Out. Never Faltering, Filled With Winning Self-control, He Shines Forth At Assembly Grounds And People Gaze At Him Like A God When He Walks Through The Streets. Another Man May Look Like A Deathless One On High But There's Not A Bit Of Grace To Crown His Words. Just Like You, My Fine, Handsome Friend.

First You Don't Want Me To Get The Pony, Then You Want Me To Take It Back. Make Up Your Mind!