So. Lie There, My Art.

The Caterpillars Of The Commonwealth, Which I Have Sworn To Weed And Pluck Away.

France Is A Dog-hole, And It No More Merits The Tread Of A Man's Foot.

What: Is The Jay More Precious Than The Lark Because His Feathers Are More Beautiful?

Highly Fed And Lowly Taught.

Dissembling Harlot, Thou Art False In All!