Thou Art Sad; Get Thee A Wife,

Praise Us As We Are Tasted, Allow Us As We Prove.

Thus Hath The Candle Sing'd The Moth. O These Deliberate Fools!

Hear My Soul Speak. Of The Very Instant That I Saw You, Did My Heart Fly At Your Service

This Day I Breathed First: Time Is Come Round, And Where I Did Begin There Shall I End; My Life Is Run His Compass.

Fit For The Mountains And The Barbarous Caves, Where Manners Ne'er Were Preached.