A Light Wife Doth Make A Heavy

For 'tis The Sport To Have The Engineerhoist With His Own Petard.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

For Though The Camomile, The More It Is Trodden On The Faster It Grows, Yet Youth, The More It Is Wasted, The Sooner It Wears.

I Wish You Well And So I Take My Leave, I Pray You Know Me When We Meet Again.

And Do As Adversaries Do In Law, Strive Mightily, But Eat And Drink As Friends.