We Are Ready To Try Our Fortunes

O Polished Perturbation! Golden Care! That Keep'st The Ports Of Slumber Open Wide To Many A Watchful Night.

In Thy Youth Wast As True A Lover, As Ever Sighed Upon A Midnight Pillow

But Love Is Blind And Lovers Cannot See

And Some That Smile Have In Their Hearts, I Fear, Millions Of Mischiefs.

Shall We Upon The Footing Of Our Land Send Fair-play Orders, And Make Compromise, Insinuation, Parley, And Base Truce, To Arms Invasive?