For In That Sleep Of Death What

It Was A Lover And His Lass, With A Hey, And A Ho, And A Hey Nonino, That O'er The Green Corn-field Did Pass, In The Spring Time, The Only Pretty Ring Time, When Birds Do Sing, Hey Ding A Ding, Ding; Sweet Lovers Love The Spring.

And All My Mother Came Into Mine Eyes And Gave Me Up To Tears.

Waste Not Thy Time In Windy Argument But Let The Matter Drop.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!

Weed Your Better Judgments Of All Opinion That Grows Rank In Them.