Is There No Hope? The Sick Man

And When A Lady's In The Case, You Know, All Other Things Give Place.

In Beauty Faults Conspicuous Grow; The Smallest Speck Is Seen On Snow.

You Can Only Be Called A Hypocrite If You Judge Others First.

Let Firm, Well Hammer'd Soles Protect Thy Feet Through Freezing Snows, And Rains, And Soaking Sleet; Should The Big Last Extend The Shoe Too Wide, Each Stone Will Wrench The Unwary Step Aside; The Sudden Turn May Stretch The Swelling Vein, The Cracking Joint Unhinge, Or Ankle Sprain; And When Too Short The Modish Shoes Are Worn, You'll Judge The Seasons By Your Shooting Corn.

If The Heart Of A Man Is Depressed With Cares, The Mist Is Dispelled When A Woman Appears.