Blessings Of Your Heart, You

Watch Tonight, Pray Tomorrow. Gallants, Lads, Boys, Hearts Of Gold, All The Titles Of Good Fellowship Come To You!

I'll Note You In My Book Of Memory.

Against Ill Chances Men Are Ever Merry, But Heaviness Foreruns The Good Event.

But There Is No Such Man; For, Brother, Men Can Counsel And Speak Comfort To That Grief Which They Themselves Not Feel; But, Tasting It, Their Counsel Turns To Passion, Which Before Would Give Preceptial Medicine To Rage, Fetter Strong Madness In A Silken Thread, Charm Ache With Air And Agony With Words.

Oh, God! I Have An Ill-divining Soul!