Went In At The One Ear And

I Perfectly Feele Even At My Fingers End.

Ill Wéede Growth Fast.

The Cat Would Eate Fish, And Would Not Wet Her Feete.

Who Waite For Dead Men Shall Goe Long Barefoote.

Be Of Comfort, And Your Heavy Sorrow Part Equally Among Us; Storms Divided, Abate Their Force, And With Less Rage Are Guided.