Men At Some Time Are Masters Of

Tis The Mind That Makes The Body Rich.

The Seasons Alter: Hoary-headed Frosts Fall In The Fresh Lap Of The Crimson Rose.

'twas Merry When You Wagered On Your Angling, When Your Diver Did Hang A Salt Fish On His Hook, Which He With Fervency Drew Up.

Most Friendship Is Feigning, Most Loving Mere Folly.

Hope Is A Lover's Staff; Walk Hence With That And Manage It Against Despairing Thoughts.