Do You Bite Your Thumb At Us,

I Almost Die For Food, And Let Me Have It!

Death-counterfeiting Sleep.

Why, All Delights Are Vain, But That Most Vain Which, With Pain Purchased, Doth Inherit Pain: As, Painfully To Pore Upon A Book, To Seek The Light Of Truth, Which Truth The While Doth Falsely Blind The Eyesight Of His Look.

The Time Of Universal Peace Is Near. Prove This A Prosp'rous Day, The Three-nooked World Shall Bear The Olive Freely.

The Band That Seems To Tie Their Friendship Together Will Be The Very Strangler Of Their Amity.