He's Mad That Trusts In The Tameness

I Cannot Draw A Cart, Nor Eat Dried Oats; If It Be Man's Work, I'll Do't.

We Came Into The World Like Brother And Brother, And Now Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One Before Another.

Plain And Not Honest Is Too Harsh A Style.

The Summer's Flower Is To The Summer Sweet Though To Itself It Only Live And Die

Ornament Is But The Guiled Shore To A Most Dangerous Sea.