They Have A Plentiful Lack Of Wit.

I Am A True Laborer: I Earn That I Eat, Get That I Wear, Owe No Man Hate, Envy No Man's Happiness, Glad Of Other Men's Good, Content With My Harm.

I Love A Ballad In Print O' Life, For Then We Are Sure They Are True.

O, How Full Of Briers Is This Working-day World!

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

There's A Time For All Things.