You Take My Life When You Do

Conceit In Weakest Bodies Works The Strongest.

Throw Physic To The Dogs; I'll None Of It.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

... The Spring, The Summer, The Chilling Autumn, Angry Winter, Change Their Wonted Liveries; And The Mazed World By Their Increase, Now Knows Not Which Is Which.