I Have Very Poor And Unhappy Brains

You Know Who You Are, But Know Not Who You Could Be.

Bow, Stubborn Knees, And, Heart With Strings Of Steel, Be Soft As Sinews Of The New-born Babe. All Many Be Well.

Here Is A Rural Fellow That Will Not Be Denied Your Highness' Presence: He Brings You Figs.

By The Apostle Paul, Shadows Tonight Have Struck More Terror To The Soul Of Richard Than Can The Substance Of Ten Thousand Soldiers.

Thou Frothy Tickle-brained Hedge-pig!