The Morning Steals Upon The

She's Good, Being Gone.

My Crown Is In My Heart, Not On My Head; Not Decked With Diamonds And Indian Stones, Nor To Be Seen: My Crown Is Called Content, A Crown It Is That Seldom Kings Enjoy.

A Woman That Is Like A German Clock, Still A-repairing, Ever Out Of Frame, And Never Going Aright, Being A Watch, But Being Watched That It May Still Go Right!

Small Cheer And Great Welcome Makes A Merry Feast.

'tis One Thing To Be Tempted, Another Thing To Fall.