Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest

She That Asks Her Dear Five Hundred Friends, Contemns Them All, And Hates Their Coming.

For 'tis A Truth Well Known To Most, That Whatsoever Thing Is Lost, We Seek It, Ere It Comes To Light, In Every Cranny But The Right.

Though Peace Be Made, Yet It's Interest That Keep Peace.

The Cares Of Today Are Seldom Those Of Tomorrow, And When We Lie Down At Night We May Safely Say To Most Of Our Troubles, "ye Have Done Your Worst, And We Shall See You No More."

Far Happier Are The Dead Methinks Than They Who Look For Death And Fear It Every Day.