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A Careless Shoe String, In Whose Tie I See A Wilde Civility.

Let's Live With That Small Pittance Which We Have; Who Covets More Is Evermore A Slave.

Know When To Speak - For Many Times It Brings Danger, To Give The Best Advice To Kings.

Hell Is No Other But A Soundlesse Pit, Where No One Beame Of Comfort Peeps In It.

Well I Sup And Well I Dine, When I Drink My Frolic Wine.