I Never See Thy Face But I

His Neigh Is Like The Bidding Of A Monarch, And His Countenance Enforces Homage. He Is Indeed A Horse.

The More Pity, That Fools May Not Speak Wisely What Wise Men Do Foolishly.

For Now They Kill Me With A Living Death.

Myself Will Straight Aboard, And To The State This Heavy Act With Heavy Heart Relate.

I Will Not Be Sworn But Love May Transform Me To An Oyster