The World No Longer Lets Me Love,

He That Would Be Content With A Mean Condition Must Not Cast His Eye Upon One That Is In A Far Better Estate Than Himself, But Let Him Look Upon Him That Is Lower Than He Is, And, If He See That Such A One Bears Poverty Comfortably, It Will Help To Quiet Him.

If We Had Not Winter, The Spring Would Not Be So Pleasant; If We Did Not Sometimes Taste Of Adversity, Prosperity Would Not Be So Welcome.

The World No Longer Lets Me Love, My Hope And Treasure Are Above.

If Ever Wife Was Happy In A Man, Compare With Me, Ye Women If You Can.

Sweet Words Are Like Honey, A Little May Refresh, But Too Much Gluts The Stomach.