[marriage Is] A World-without-end Bargain.

A Wretched Soul, Bruised With Adversity, We Bid Be Quiet When We Hear It Cry; But Were We Burdened With Light Weight Of Pain, As Much Or More We Should Ourselves Complain.

I Thank God I Am As Honest As Any Man Living That Is An Old Man And No Honester Than I.

I Heard A Bustling Rumor Like A Fray, And The Wind Blows It From The Capitol.

But Love That Comes Too Late, Like A Remorseful Pardon Slowly Carried, To The Great Sender Turns A Sour Offense, Crying, 'that's Good That's Gone.

Men Must Endure Their Going Hence, Even As Their Coming Hither. Ripeness Is All.