O, What A Goodly Outside Falsehood Hath!

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

Slander, Whose Whisper Over The World's Diameter, As Level As The Cannon To Its Blank, Transports Its Poisoned Shot.

So Far Be Distant; And Good Night, Sweet Friend: Thy Love Ne'er Alter, Till They Sweet Life End

Lay Aside Life-harming Heaviness, And Entertain A Cheerful Disposition.

Ay, When Fowls Have No Feathers And Fish Have No Fin.