Foul Whisp'rings Are Abroad.

I Do Love My Country's Good With A Respect More Tender, More Holy And Profound, Then Mine Own Life, My Dear Wife's Estimate, Her Womb Increase, And Treasure Of My Loins.

There's Not The Smallest Orb Which Thou Behold'st But In His Motion Like An Angel Sings.

By That Sin Fell The Angels.

Fishes Live In The Sea, As Men Do A-land; The Great Ones Eat Up The Little Ones.

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