Assure Thee, If I Do

When Words Are Scarce They Are Seldom Spent In Vain.

Instead Of Weeping When A Tragedy Occurs In A Songbird's Life, It Sings Away Its Grief. I Believe We Could Well Follow The Pattern Of Our Feathered Friends.

Sit By My Side, And Let The World Slip: We Shall Ne'er Be Younger.

Then Know, That I Have Little Wealth To Lose. A Man I Am, Crossed With Adversity; My Riches Are These Poor Habiliments, Of Which If You Should Here Disfurnish Me, You Take The Sum And Substance That I Have.

Light Vanity, Insatiate Cormorant, Consuming Means, Soon Preys Upon Itself.