Hang Sorrow, Care'll Kill A Cat.

How Ready Is Heaven To Those That Pray!

I See Compassion May Become A Justice, Though It Be A Weakness, I Confess, And Nearer A Vice Than A Virtue.

Sweet Swan Of Avon! What A Sight It Were To See Thee In Our Water Yet Appear.

It Strikes! One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six. Enough, Enough, Dear Watch, Thy Pulse Hath Beat Enough. Now Sleep And Rest; Would Thou Could'st Make The Time To Do So Too; I'll Wind Thee Up No More.

They, Who Know No Evil, Will Suspect None.