Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

My Purpose Is, Indeed, A Horse Of That Color.

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.

All Dark And Comfortless.

Well, Whiles I Am A Beggar, I Will Rail, And Say There Is No Sin But To Be Rich; And Being Rich, My Virtue Then Shall Be To Say There Is No Vice But Beggary

The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste Of Time.