Speak Comfortable Words.

...an Old Man Is Twice A Child.

Alas, I Am A Woman Friendless, Hopeless!

Thou Art An Elm, My Husband, I A Vine.

Time Is Like A Fashionable Host That Slightly Shakes His Parting Guest By The Hand, And With His Arm Outstretch'd, As He Would Fly, Grasps In The Comer.

I Was Not Born Under A Rhyming Planet, Nor I Cannot Woo To In Festival Terms.