To Unpathed Waters, Undreamed Shores.

So Get The Start Of The Majestic World And Bear The Palm Alone.

Her Father Lov'd Me; Oft Invited Me; Still Question'd Me The Story Of My Life, From Year To Year, The Battles, Sieges, Fortunes, That I Have Pass'd.

Slanders, Sir, For The Satirical Rogue Says Here That Old Men Have Grey Beards, That Their Faces Are Wrinkled, Their Eyes Purging Think Amber And Plum-tree Gum, And That They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit, Together With Most Weak Hams.

Most Subject Is The Fattest Soil To Weeds.

Let's Meet As Little As We Can