A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?

The Sudden Hand Of Death Close Up Mine Eye!

Some Are Born Great, Others Achieve Greatness.

If Fortune Torments Me, Hope Contents Me.

My Meaning In Saying He Is A Good Man, Is To Have You Understand Me That He Is Sufficient.