What The Vengeance, Could He Not Speak

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

O No, Thy Love Though Much, Is Not So Great, It Is My Love That Keeps Mine Eye Awake, Mine Own True Love That Doth My Rest Defeat, To Play The Watchman Ever For Thy Sake. For Thee Watch I, Whilst Thou Dost Wake Elsewhere, From Me Far Off, With Others All Too Near.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind Thou Art Not So Unkind, As Man's Ingratitude.

What A Terrible Era In Which Idiots Govern The Blind.

They Told Me I Was Everything. 'tis A Lie, I Am Not Ague-proof.