If Your Mind Dislike Anything Obey It

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

Since Brass, Nor Stone, Nor Earth, Nor Boundless Sea, But Bad Mortality O'ersways Their Power, How With This Rage Shall Beauty Hold A Plea, Whose Action Is No Stronger Than A Flower?

The Heavens Forbid But That Our Loves And Comforts Should Increase Even As Our Days Do Grow!

Nay, Do Not Think I Flatter. For What Advancement May I Hope From Thee, That No Revenue Hast But Thy Good Spirits To Feed And Clothe Thee? Why Should The Poor Be Flattered?

We Will Draw The Curtain And Show You The Picture.