I Wish My Horse Had The Speed

The Very Firstlings Of My Heart Shall Be The Firstlings Of My Hand.

That Which Is Now A Horse, Even With A Thought The Rack Dislimms, And Makes It Indistinct As Water Is In Water

Though Men Can Cover Crimes With Bold, Stern Looks, Poor Women's Faces Are Their Own Faults' Books.

Death Rock Me Asleep.

Keep Thy Friend Under Thy Own Life's Key.