Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles: Infected

Beggar That I Am, I Am Even Poor In Thanks, But I Thank You; And Sure, Dear Friends, My Thanks Are Too Dear A Halfpenny.

Tear-falling Pity Dwells Not In This Eye.

Weariness Can Snore Upon The Flint When Resting Sloth Finds The Down Pillow Hard.

Shine Out Fair Sun, Till I Have Bought A Glass, That I May See My Shadow As I Pass.

He That Is Robbed, Not Wanting What Is Stolen, Him Not Know T, And He's Not Robbed At All.