What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk

And, To All Married Men, Be This A Caution, Which They Should Duly Tender As Their Life, Neither To Doat Too Much, Nor Doubt A Wife.

What A Seaof Melting Ice I Walk On!

0 Summer Friendship, Whose Flat-tering Leaves Shadowed Us In Our Prosperity, With The Least Gust, Drop Off In The Autumn Of Adversity.

Gold--the Picklock That Never Fails.

I Had Not To This Time Subsisted, But That I Was Supported By Your Frequent Courtesies And Favours.