Oh Why Rebuke You Him That Loves

Virtue Is Beauty, But The Beauteous Evil. Are Empty Trunks O'erflourished By The Devil.

A Light Heart Lives Long.

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

Time Is Like A Fashionable Host That Slightly Shakes His Parting Guest By The Hand, And With His Arm Outstretch'd, As He Would Fly, Grasps In The Comer.

Farewell, Good Salisbury, And Good Luck Go With Thee!