Tears Water Our Growth.

I Am Indeed, Sir, A Surgeon To Old Shoes; When They Are In Great Danger I Recover Them.

And Send Him Many Years Of Sunshine Days!

Hal, If I Tell Thee A Lie, Spit In My Face, Call Me Horse.

Be Still Prepared For Death: And Death Or Life Shall Thereby Be The Sweeter.

When That Churl Death My Bones With Dust Shall Cover.