And, Looking On It With Lack-lustre Eye,

I Thank You All And Here Dismiss You All, And To The Love And Favor Of My Country Commit Myself, My Person, And The Cause.

The Plants Look Up To Heaven, From Whence They Have Their Nourishment.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

There's Little Of The Melancholy Element In Her, My Lord: She Is Never Sad But When She Sleeps; And Not Ever Sad Then; For I Have Heard My Daughter Say, She Hath Often Dreamt Of Unhappiness, And Waked Herself With Laughing.

A Loud Laugh Bespeaks A Vacant Mind!