I See It Is Impossible For The

Did Satisfy Myself Mighty Fair In The Truth Of The Saying That The World Do Not Grow Old At All, But Is In As Good Condition In All Respects As Ever It Was.

My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled With Her Lonely Life.

Strange To See How A Good Dinner And Feasting Reconciles Everybody.

Fight The Good Fight; And Always Call To Mind That It Is Not You Who Are Mortal, But This Body Of Ours. For Your True Being Is Not Discerned By Perceiving Your Physical Appearance. But 'what A Man's Mind Is, That Is What He Is' Not That Individual Human Shape That We Identify Through Our Senses.

Strange To Say What Delight We Married People Have To See These Poor Fools Decoyed Into Our Condition.