How Sweetly Sounds The Voice Of A

Virtue, Thou In Rags, May Challenge More Than Vice Set Off With All The Trim Of Greatness.

Nay, Droop Not, Fellows; Innocence Should Be Bold.

Cheerful Looks Make Every Dish A Feast, And It Is That Which Crowns A Welcome.

Great Men, Till They Have Gained Their Ends, Are Giants In Their Promises, But, Those Obtained, Weak Pigmies In Their Performance. And It Is A Maxim Allowed Among Them, So They May Deceive, They May Swear Anything; For The Queen Of Love, As They Hold Constantly, Does Never Punish, But Smile, At Lovers' Perjuries.

Gold--the Picklock That Never Fails.