Though Very Poor, May Still Be Very

One Man Is Born With A Silver Spoon In His Mouth, And The Other With A Wooden Ladle.

If You Don't Ask Me Questions, I Can't Give You An Untrue Answer.

I Always Get The Better When I Argue Alone.

But Times Are Alter'd; Trade's Unfeeling Train Usurp The Land, And Dispossess The Swain; Along The Lawn, Where Scatter'd Hamlets Rose, Unwieldy Wealth And Cumbrous Pomp Repose.

Thus Let Me Hold Thee To My Heart, And Every Care Resign: And We Shall Never, Never Part, My Life-my All That's Mine!