How Many Fond Fools Serve Mad Jealousy!

As Good Luck Would Have It.

There's Neither Honesty, Manhood, Nor Good Fellowship In Thee.

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

He Wears The Rose Of Youth Upon Him.

But Most It Is Presumption In Us When The Help Of Heaven We Count The Act Of Men.