The Poorest Service Is Repaid With Thanks.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

I Have Trod A Measure, I Have Flattered A Lady, I Have Been Politic With My Friend, Smooth With Mine Enemy.

Be Wary Then; Best Safety Lies In Fear.

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!

Pardon's The Word To All.