Nothing Violent, Oft Have I Heard Tell,

Infinite Riches In A Little Room.

Is It Not Passing Brave To Be A King And Ride In Triumph Through Persepolis?

Above Our Life We Love A Steadfast Friend.

That Perfect Bliss And Sole Felicity, The Sweet Fruition Of An Earthly Crown.

I Am Envy, Begotten Of A Chimney-sweeper And An Oyster-wife. I Cannot Read, And Therefore Wish All Books Were Burnt; I Am Lean With Seeing Others Eat - O That There Would Come A Famine Through All The World, That All Might Die, And I Live Alone; Then Thou Should'st See How Fat I Would Be! But Must Thou Sit And I Stand? Come Down, With A Vengeance!