I Find The Medicine Worse Than The

Great Actions Speak Great Minds.

Joys As Winged Dreams Fly Fast, / Why Should Sadness Longer Last? / Grief Is But A Wound To Woe; / Gentlest Fair, Mourn, Mourn No Moe.

'tis Virtue, And Not Birth That Makes Us Noble: Great Actions Speak Great Minds, And Such Should Govern.

Come, Sing Now, Sing; For I Know You Sing Well; I See You Have A Singing Face.

Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of The Governing.