Woe To The Cook Whose Sauce Has

Go, Little Booke! Go, My Little Tragedie!

The Cat Would Eat Fish But Would Not Get Her Feet Wet.

In The Stars Is Written The Death Of Every Man.

For God's Love, Take Things Patiently, Have Sense, Think! We Are Prisoners And Shall Always Be. Fortune Has Given Us This Adversity, Some Wicked Planetary Dispensation, Some Saturn's Trick Or Evil Constellation Has Given Us This, And Heaven, Though We Had Sworn The Contrary, So Stood When We Were Born. We Must Endure It, That's The Long And Short.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.