Till All Grace Be In One Woman,

Princes Have But Their Titles For Their Glories, An Outward Honor For An Inward Toil; And, For Unfelt Imaginations, They Often Feel A World Of Restless Cares.

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!

Tis Time To Fear When Tyrants Seem To Kiss.

Most Dear Actors, Eat No Onions Nor Garlic, For We Are To Utter Sweet Breath.

Why, This Hath Not A Finger's Dignity.