Our Wills And Fates Do So Contrary

Tis Ever Common That Men Are Merriest When They Are From Home.

What Valor Were It, When A Cur Doth Grin, For One To Thrust His Hand Between His Teeth, When He Might Spurn Him With His Foot Away?

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

My Glass Shall Not Persuade Me I Am Old, So Long As Youth And Thou Are Of One Date; But When In Thee Time's Furrows I Behold, Then Look I Death My Days Should Expiate.

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!