So Many Hours Must I Take My

Foul Cankering Rust The Hidden Treasure Frets, But Gold That's Put To Use More Gold Begets.

Fight To The Last Gasp.

Nothing Comes Amiss, So Money Comes Withal.

My Chastity's The Jewel Of Our House, Bequeathed Down From Many Ancestors.

He Was Met Even Now As Mad As The Vex'd Sea; Singing Aloud; Crown'd With Rank Fumiter And Furrow-weeds, With Bur-docks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, And All The Idle Weeds That Grow In Our Sustaining Corn.