Our Lives Are But Our Marches To

Let Us Have A Care Not To Disclose Our Hearts To Those Who Shut Up Theirs Against Us.

Nose, Nose, Jolly Red Nose,and Who Gave Thee That Jolly Red Nose?nutmegs And Ginger, Cinammon And Cloves;and They Gave Me This Jolly Red Nose.

Daisies Smell-less, Yet Most Quaint, And Sweet Thyme True, Primrose, First Born Child Of Ver, Merry Spring-time's Harbinger.

Who Doubting Tyranny, And Fainting Under Fortune's False Lottery, Desperately Run To Death, For Dread Of Death; That Soul's Most Stout, That, Bearing All Mischance, Dares Last It Out.

The True Way To Gain Much, Is Never To Desire To Gain Too Much. He Is Not Rich That Possesses Much, But He That Covets No More; And He Is Not Poor That Enjoys Little, But He That Wants Too Much.