Ah Me, How Weak A Thing The

Murder Most Foul, As In The Best It It; But This Most Foul, Strange, And Unnatural.

Well, I Must Be Patient; There Is No Fettering Of Authority.

Our Peace Shall Stand As Firm As Rocky Mountains.

But What's So Blessed-fair That Fears No Blot? Thou Mayst Be False, And Yet I Know It Not.

What Is A Man, If His Chief Good And Market Of His Time Be But To Sleep And Feed? A Beast, No More.