See Where She Comes Apparelled Like The

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!

He Was Not So Much Brain As Earwax

Such As We Are Made Of, Such We Be.

O King, Believe Not This Hard-hearted Man!

Alas, That Love, So Gentle In His View, Should Be So Tyrannous And Rough In Proof! *it’s Sad. Love Looks Like A Nice Thing, But It’s Actually Very Rough When You Experience It.*