Life's Uncertain Voyage.

What Ugly Sights Of Death Within Mine Eyes!

Where The Bee Sucks, There Suck I In The Cow-slip's Bell I Lie There I Couch When Owls Do Cry

Wisdom And Goodness To The Vile Seem Vile; Filths Savour But Themselves.

Every Why Has A Wherefore.

Women Being The Weaker Vessels, Are Ever Thrust To The Walls.