Pardon's The Word To All.

A Merry Heart Goes All The Way, - A Sad One Tires Inan Hour.

Love Is Merely A Madness; And, I Tell You, Deserves As Well A Dark House And A Whip As Madmen Do; And The Reason Why They Are Not So Punish'd And Cured Is That The Lunacy Is So Ordinary That The Whippers Are In Love Too.

O For A Horse With Wings!

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.