Humor Is Consistent With Pathos, Whilst Wit

And I, The While, The Sole Unbusy Thing, Nor Honey Make, Nor Pair, Nor Build, Nor Sing.

Cant Is The Parrot Talk Of A Profession.

And To Be Wroth With One We Love…doth Work Like Madness In The Brain.

There Is Nothing Insignificant-nothing.

Men, I Still Think, Ought To Be Weighed Not Counted.