I Am Ill At These Numbers.

He That Loves To Be Flattered Is Worthy O' The Flatterer.

When Our Actions Do Not, Our Fears Make Us Traitors.

Now I Am Past All Comforts Here, But Prayer.

So, Good Night Unto You All. Give Me Your Hands, If We Be Friends, And Robin Shall Restore Amends.

It Is The Disease Of Not Listening...... That I Am Troubled With.