Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment

One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning, One Pain Is Lessen'd By Another's Anguish.

The Teeming Autumn Big With Rich Increase, Bearing The Wanton Burden Of The Prime Like Widowed Wombs After Their Lords Decease.

Right Joyous Are We To Behold Your Face, Most Worthy Brother England; Fairly Met!

If I Had My Mouth, I Would Bite; If I Had My Liberty, I Would Do My Liking. In The Meantime, Let Me Be That I Am, And Seek Not Toalter Me.

I Am As Vigilant As A Cat To Steal Cream.