Patch Up Thine Old Body For Heaven.

Downy Sleep, Death's Counterfeit.

Would The Cook Were O' My Mind!

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!

Love Does Not See With The Eyes, But With The Soul.

Your Date Is Better In Your Pie And Your Porridge Than In Your Cheek.