There Was Never Yet Fair Woman But

Before The Curing Of A Strong Disease, Even In The Instant Of Repair And Health, The Fit Is Strongest. Evils That Take Leave, On Their Departure Most Of All Show Evil.

Her Passions Are Made Of Nothing But The Finest Part Of Pure Love

His Life Was Gentle; And The Elements So Mixed In Him, That Nature Might Stand Up And Say To All The World, This Was A Man!

This Passion, And The Death Of A Dear Friend, Would Go Near To Make A Man Look Sad.

Words Are Easy, Like The Wind; Faithful Friends Are Hard To Find.