I Have Drunk And Seen The Spider.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

Their Understanding Begins To Swell And The Approaching Tide Will Shortly Fill The Reasonable Shores That Now Lie Foul And Muddy.

I Find My Zenith Doth Depend Upon A Most Auspicious Star, Whose Influence If Now I Court Not, But Omit, My Fortunes Will Ever After Droop.

Trust Not Your Daughter's Minds By What You See Them Act.

Bosom Upon My Counsel; You'll Find It Wholesome.