To Good And True Love, Fear Is

I Am Going To Seek A Grand Perhaps.

If In Your Soil It Takes, To Heaven A Thousand Thousand Thanks Be Given; And Say With France, It Goodly Goes, Where The Pantagruelion Grows.

Thought I To Myself, We Shall Never Come Off Scot-free.

The Appetite Grows With Eating.

Friends, You Will Notice That In This World There Are Many More Ballocks Than Men. Remember This.