Prepare For Mirth, For Mirth Becomes A

The Little Dogs And All, Tray, Blanch, And Sweetheart-see, They Bark At Me.

Oh, Thou Did'st Then Ne'er Love So Heartily. If Thou Rememb'rest Not The Slightest Folly That Ever Love Did Make Thee Run Inot, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Has't Not Sat As I Do Now, Wearying They Hearer In Thy Mistress's Praise, Thou Has Not Loved. Of If Thou Hast Not Broke From Company Abruptly, As My Passion Now Makes Me, Thou Has Not Loved. (silvius)

Ah, What A Sign It Is Of Evil Life, Where Death's Approach Is Seen So Terrible!

Be Not Too Tame Neither, But Let Your Own Discretion Be Your Tutor; Suit The Action To The Word, The Word To The Action.

Vanity Keeps Persons In Favor With Themselves Who Are Out Of Favor With All Others.