Fate's Such A Shrewish Thing.

News As Wholesome As The Morning Air.

Tis Immortality To Die Aspiring.

Keep Thy Shop, And Thy Shop Will Keep Thee. Light Gains Make Heavy Purses. 'tis Good To Be Merry And Wise.

I Pray, What Flowers Are These? The Pansy This, O, That's For Lover's Thoughts.

As Night The Life-inclining Stars Best Shows, So Lives Obscure The Starriest Souls Disclose.