I Almost Die For Food, And Let

Truth Hath A Quiet Breast.

He That Commends Me To Mine Own Content Commends Me To The Thing I Cannot Get. I To The World Am Like A Drop Of Water That In The Ocean Seeks Another Drop, Who, Falling There To Find His Fellow Forth, Unseen, Inquisitive, Confounds Himself: So I, To Find A Mother And A Brother, In Quest Of Them, Unhappy, Lose Myself.

Use Almost Can Change The Stamp Of Nature.

Bid Me Discourse, I Will Enchant Thine Ear

He's All My Exercise, My Mirth, My Matter.