Ill News Are Swallow-winged, But What Is

My Dancing Days Are Past.

I Have Play'd The Fool, The Gross Fool, To Believe The Bosom Of A Friend Will Hold A Secret Mine Own Could Not Contain.

I In My Own House Am An Emperor, And Will Defend What's Mine.

What Can Innocence Hope For, When Such As Sit Her Judges Are Corrupted!

Cheerful Looks Make Every Dish A Feast, And It Is That Which Crowns A Welcome.