Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot

Attempt The End And Never Stand To Doubt; Nothing's So Hard, But Search Will Find It Out.

But Here's The Sunset Of A Tedious Day, These Two Asleep Are; I'll But Be Undrest, And So To Bed. Pray Wish Us All Good Rest.

Tears Are The Noble Language Of Eyes, And When True Love Of Words Is Destitute. The Eye By Tears Speak, While The Tongue Is Mute.

Give House-room To The Best; 'tis Never Known Verture And Pleasure Both To Dwell In One.

Go To Your Banquet Then, But Use Delight So As To Rise Still With An Appetite.