I Will Be Brief. Your Noble Son

Foolery, Sir, Does Walk About The Orb Like The Sun; It Shines Everywhere.

The Rain, It Raineth Every Day.

Young Adam Cupid, He That Shot So Trim, When King Cophetua Loved The Beggar-maid!

So Every Bondman In His Own Hand Bears The Power To Cancel His Captivity.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.