The Place Is Very Well And Quiet

The Poetry Of Speech.

There's Not A Joy The World Can Give Like That It Takes Away.

Had Sigh'd To Many, Though He Loved But One.

Let No Man Grumble When His Friends Fall Off, As They Will Do Like Leaves At The First Breeze; When Your Affairs Come Round, One Way Or T'other, Go To The Coffee House, And Take Another.

Sweet Is Old Wine In Bottles, Ale In Barrels.