There Is Nothing Serious In Mortality

'tis Dangerous To Take A Cold, To Sleep, To Drink; But I Tell You, My Lord Fool, Out Of This Nettle, Danger, We Pluck This Flower, Safety.

Sweets With Sweets War Not, Joy Delights In Joy.

Nothing Routs Us But The Villainy Of Our Fears.

If Ever Thou Be'st Bound In Thy Scarf And Beaten, Thou Shalt Find What It Is To Be Proud Of Thy Bondage.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.