Love Is A Child That Talks In

Death Ends Our Woes, And The Kind Grave Shuts Up The Mournful Scene.

Let Grace And Goodness Be The Principal Loadstone Of Thy Affections. For Love Which Hath Ends, Will Have An End; Whereas That Which Is Founded On True Virtue, Will Always Continue.

Drinking Is The Soldier's Pleasure.

Go Miser Go, For Money Sell Your Soul. Trade Wares For Wares And Trudge From Pole To Pole, So Others May Say When You Are Dead And Gone. See What A Vast Estate He Left His Son.

Her Wit Was More Than Man, Her Innocence A Child.