Sweet Are The Uses Of Adversity Which,

I Have Unclasp'd To Thee The Book Even Of My Secret Soul.

Life Every Man Holds Dear; But The Dear Man Holds Honor Far More Precious Dear Than Life.

A Noble Shalt Thou Have, And Present Pay; And Liquor Likewise Will I Give To Thee, And Friendship Shall Combine, And Brotherhood.

If You Be King, Why Should Not I Succeed?

Say She Rail; Why, I'll Tell Her Plain She Sings As Sweetly As A Nightingale. Say That She Frown; I'll Say She Looks As Clear As Morning Roses Newly Wash'd With Dew. Say She Be Mute And Will Not Speak A Word; Then I'll Commend Her Volubility, And Say She Uttereth Piercing Eloquence.