One Of The Greatest, Most Noble, And

Parting Is Worse Than Death; It Is Death Of Love!

Whistling To Keep Myself From Being Afraid.

There's A Proud Modesty In Merit; Averse From Asking, And Resolved To Pay Ten Times The Gifts It Asks.

When I Consider Life, 'tis All A Cheat; Yet, Fooled With Hope, Men Favour The Deceit; Trust On, And Think Tomorrow Will Repay. Tomorrow's Falser Than The Former Day.

It Is Sufficient To Say, According To The Proverb, That Here Is God's Plenty.