If Ever Wife Was Happy In A

Wickedness Comes To Its Height By Degrees. He That Dares Say Of A Less Sin, Is It Not A Little One? Will Ere Long Say Of A Greater, Tush, God Regards It Not!

I Happy Am, If Well With You.

The Stones And Trees, Insensible To Time, / Nor Age Nor Wrinkle On Their Front Are Seen; / If Winter Come, And Greenness Then Do Fade / A Spring Returns, And They More Youthful Made; / But Man Grows Old, Lies Down, Remains Where Once He's Laid.

If Ever Wife Was Happy In A Man, Compare With Me, Ye Women If You Can.

Sweet Words Are Like Honey, A Little May Refresh, But Too Much Gluts The Stomach.