I Had Rather Be A Dog, And

Thou Shalt Not Stir One Foot To Seek A Foe.

If She Lives Till Doomsday, She'll Burn A Week Longer Than The Whole World.

If There Were Reason For These Miseries, Then Into Limits Could I Bind My Woes. If The Winds Rages, Doth Not The Sea Wax Mad, Threat'ning The Welkin With Its Big-swoll'n Face? And Wilt Though Have A Reason For This Coil? I Am The Sea. Hark How Her Sighs Doth Blow. She Is The Weeping Welkin, I The Earth.

But When I Came, Alas, To Wive, With Hey, Ho, The Wind And The Rain, By Swaggering Could I Never Thrive, For The Rain It Raineth Every Day.

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.