A Woman Is A Dish For The

Weep I Cannot; But My Heart Bleeds.

Look On Beauty, And You Shall See 'tis Purchased By The Weight.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

Few Love To Hear The Sins They Love To Act.

Tis A Happy Thing To Be The Father Unto Many Sons.