My Soul Is In The Sky.

In That Small [time] Most Greatly Lived This Star Of England: Fortune Made His Sword, By Which The World's Best Garden He Achiev'd And Left It To His Son Imperial Lord. Henry The Sixth, In Infant Bands Crown'd King Of France And England Did This King Succeed; Whose State So Many Of Had The Managing, That They Lost France And Made His England Bleed.

He Makes A July's Day Short As December.

Sleep, That Sometimes Shuts Up Sorrow's Eye.

In Such Business Action Is Eloquence, And The Eyes Of Th’ Ignorant More Learned Than The Ears.

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor