The Cat Will Mew, And Dog Will

Who Has A Book Of All That Monarchs Do, He's More Secure To Keep It Shut Than Shown; For Vice Repeated Is Like The Wand'ring Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eye, To Spread Itself; And Yet The End Of All Is Bought Thus Dear, The Breath Is Gone, And The Sore Eyes See Clear To Stop The Air Would Hurt Them.

Be Just, And Fear Not. Let All The Ends Thou Aim'st At Be Thy Country's, Thy God's And Truth's.

Full Fathom Five Thy Father Lies

Merrily, Merrily Shall I Live Now, Under The Blossom That Hangs On The Bough.

A Sad Tale's Best For Winter. I Have One Of Sprites And Goblins.