Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of

Ask How To Live? Write, Write, Write, Anything; The World's A Fine Believing World, Write News.

Wine Works The Heart Up, Wakes The Wit; There Is No Cure 'gainst Age But It. And 'tis Late And Cold, Stir Up The Fire; Sit Close And Draw The Table Nigher; Be Merry And Drink Wine That Is Old, A Hearty Medicine 'gainst The Cold.

Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of The Governing.

It's Impossible To Ravish Me, I'm So Willing.

Go Far - Too Far You Cannot, Still The Farther. The More Experience Finds You: And Go Sparing. One Meal A Week Will Serve You, And One Suit, Through All Your Travels; For You'll Find It Certain.