I Am Never Merry When I Hear

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

With Caution Judge Of Probability. Things Deemed Unlikely, E'en Impossible, Experience Oft Hath Proved To Be True.

When Most I Wink, Then Do My Eyes Best See

Ay Me! For Aught That I Could Ever Read, Could Ever Hear By Tale Or History, The Course Of True Love Never Did Run Smooth. But, Either It Was Different In Blood,- Or Else It Stood Upon The Choice Of Friends,- Or, If There Were A Sympathy In Choice, War, Death, Or Sickness Did Lay Siege To It.

But Men May Construe Things After Their Fashion, Clean From The Purpose Of The Things Themselves.