How Poor Are They That Have Have

Every Thing That Grows / Holds In Perfection But A Little Moment.

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

After Life's Fitful Fever He Sleeps Well. Treason Has Done His Worst. Nor Steel Nor Poison, Malice Domestic, Foreign Levy, Nothing Can Touch Him Further.

Women May Fall When There's No Strength In Men.

Then Others For Breath Of Words Respect, Me For My Dumb Thoughts, Speaking In Effect.