Our Garrick 's A Salad; For In

Blest Be Those Feasts, With Simple Plenty Crowned, Where All The Ruddy Family Around Laugh At The Jests Or Pranks That Never Fail Or Sigh With Pity At Some Mournful Tale.

Like The Bee, We Should Make Our Industry Our Amusement.

As For Murmurs, Mother, We Grumble A Little Now And Then, To Be Sure; But There's No Love Lost Between Us.

Creation's Heir, The World, The World Is Mine!

All That A Husband Or Wife Really Wants Is To Be Pitied A Little, Praised A Little, And Appreciated A Little.