I Would That I Were Low Laid

Why, Thou Owest God A Death.

I Have Not Slept One Wink.

Death Is A Fearful Thing.

He That Hath The Steerage Of My Course, Direct My Sail.

I See, Sir, You Are Liberal In Offers. You Taught Me First To Beg, And Now Methinks You Teach Me How A Beggar Should Be Answered.