We See Which Way The Stream Of

Temptation Is The Fire That Brings Up The Scum Of The Heart.

Wisdom And Fortune Combating Together, If That The Former Dare But What It Can, No Chance May Shake It.

The Daintiest Last, To Make The End Most Sweet.

And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye, Says Very Wisely, "it Is Ten O'clock: Thus We May See," Quoth He, "how The World Wags."

Or Are You Like The Painting Of A Sorrow, A Face Without A Heart?