If I For My Opinion Bleed, Opinion

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

There's Her Cousin, An She Were Not Possessed With A Fury, Exceeds Her As Much In Beauty As The First Of May Doth The Last Of December.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Which Means She To Deceive, Father Or Mother?

I Have Been Studying How I May Compare This Prison Where I Live Unto The World; And, For Because The World Is Populous, And Here Is Not A Creature But Myself, I Cannot Do It. Yet I'll Hammer It Out.