A King Of Infinite Space

When Clouds Are Seen Wise Men Put On Their Cloaks; When Great Leaves Fall Then Winter Is At Hand.

How Is It That The Clouds Still Hang On You?

There's Small Choice In Rotten Apples.

The Tongues Of Mocking Wenches Are As Keen As Is The Razor's Edge Invisible.

Oh, Flatter Me; For Love Delights In Praises.