The Prize Of All Too Precious You.

Unsubstantial Death Is Amorous.

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

Speak, What Trade Art Thou? Why, Sir, A Carpenter. Where Is Thy Leather Apron And Thy Rule? What Does Thou With Thy Best Apparel On?

Once More Unto The Breach, Dear Friends, Once More; Or Close The Wall With Our English Dead.

What Seest Thou Else In The Dark Backward And Abysm Of Time?