If You Spend Word For Word With

I Shall Show The Cinders Of My Spirits Through The Ashes Of My Chance.

When A Wise Man Gives Thee Better Counsel, Give Me Mine Again.

Where Art Thou, Muse, That Thou Forget'st So Long / To Speak Of That Which Gives Thee All Thy Might?

Lord, I Could Not Endure A Husband With A Beard On His Face! I Had Rather Lie In The Woolen.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.