You Taught Me Language, And My Profit

Contention, Like A Horse, Full Of High Feeding, Madly Hath Broke Loose, And Bears Down All Before Him.

By Medicine Life May Be Prolonged, Yet Death Will Seize The Doctor Too.

I Will Be Master Of What Is Mine Own: She Is My Goods, My Chattels; She Is My House, My Household Stuff, My Field, My Barn, My Horse, My Ox, My Ass, My Any Thing.

And I Will Make It Felony To Drink Small Beer.

This Bud Of Love, By Summer's Ripening Breath, May Prove A Beauteous Flower When Next We Meet