Demand Me Nothing: What You Know, You

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

He Was A Man, Take Him For All In All, I Shall Not Look Upon His Like Again.

These Blessed Candles Of The Night.

Nature Does Require Her Time Of Preservation, Which Perforce, I Her Frail Son Amongst My Brethren Mortal, Must Give My Attendance To.

A Very Ancient And Fish-like Smell.