Death, As The Psalmist Saith, Is Certain

This Night I Hold An Old Accustomed Feast, Whereto I Have Invited Many A Guest, Such As I Love; And You Among The Store, One More, Most Welcome, Makes My Number More.

Let's All Cry Peace, Freedom, And Liberty!

Foul Whisperings Are Abroad

I Have Sounded The Very Base-string Of Humility.

Is This Government Of Britain's Isle, And This The Royalty Of Albion's King?