Wisely, I Say, I Am A Bachelor.

Give Sorrow Words; The Grief That Does Not Speak Knits Up The O-er Wrought Heart And Bids It Break.

There's Husbandry In Heaven; Their Candles Are All Out.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

You Must Not Think That We Are Made Of Stuff So Fat And Dull That We Can Let Our Beard Be Shook With Danger And Think It Pastime.

Lawless Are They That Make Their Wills Their Law.