How Ill White Hairs Become A Fool

Love Will Not Be Spurred To What It Loathes

So Shaken As We Are, So Wan With Care, Find We A Time For Frighted Peace To Pant And Breathe Short-winded Accents Of New Broils To Be Commenced In Stronds Afar Remote.

Hopeless And Helpless Doth Egeon Wend, But To Procrastinate His Liveless End.

He Says, He Loves My Daughter; I Think So Too; For Never Gaz'd The Moon Upon The Water, As He'll Stand And Read, As 'twere, My Daughter's Eyes: And, To Be Plain, I Think, There Is Not Half A Kiss To Choose, Who Loves Another Best.

A Heavy Heart Bears Not A Nimble Tongue.