Next, When I Cast Mine

Tis Not The Food, But The Content, That Makes The Table's Merriment.

The Person Lives Twice Who Lives The First Life Well

But Here's The Sunset Of A Tedious Day, These Two Asleep Are; I'll But Be Undrest, And So To Bed. Pray Wish Us All Good Rest.

Gather Ye Rosebuds, While Ye May.

Learn This Of Me, Where'er Thy Lot Doth Fall, Short Lot, Or Not, To Be Content With All.