What's The Newest Grief? Each Minute Tunes

The Eyes Are The Window To Your Soul

Of All Knowledge The Wise And Good Seek Most To Know Themselves.

This Fellow Pecks Up Wit, As Pigeons Peas; And Utters It Again When God Doth Please: He Is Wit's Pedler; And Retails His Wares.

Make The Doors Upon A Woman's Wit, And It Will Out At The Casement; Shut That, And 'twill Out At The Key-hole; Stop That, 'twill Fly With The Smoke Out At The Chimney.

The Love That Follows Us Sometime Is Our Trouble, Which Still We Thank As Love.