Welcome, Maids Of Honor, You Doe Bring

Men Are Suspicious; Prone To Discontent: Subjects Still Loathe The Present Government.

Fair Daffodils, We Weep To See You Haste Away So Soon: As Yet The Early-rising Sun Has Not Attained His Noon.

Tis Not The Food, But The Content, That Makes The Table's Merriment.

Give Me A Kiss, And To That Kiss A Score: Then To That Twenty, Add A Hundred More.

Attempt The End And Never Stand To Doubt; Nothing's So Hard, But Search Will Find It Out.