So Weary With Disasters, Tugg'd With Fortune,

Boldness Be My Friend.

Reason Thus With Life: If I Do Lose Thee, I Do Lose A Thing That None But Fools Would Keep.

True Apothecary Thy Drugs Art Quick

Music, Moody Food Of Us That Trade In Love.

Were It Good To Set The Exact Wealth Of All Our States All At One Cast? To Set So Rich A Main On The Nice Hazard Of One Doubtful Hour? It Were Not Good.