I Find The Medicine Worse Than The

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

The Greatest Attribute Of Heaven Is Mercy; And 'tis The Crown Of Justice, And The Glory

I Find The Medicine Worse Than The Malady.

Tyranny Is Yielding To The Lust Of The Governing.

Drink Today, And Drown All Sorrow; You Shall Perhaps Not Do Tomorrow.