It Is Not Night When I Do

Do Not Speak Like A Death's-head, Do Not Bid Me Remember Mine End.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

There Is Some Soul Of Goodness In Things Evil, Would Men Observingly Distill It Out.

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

We Go To Gain A Little Patch Of Ground That Hath In It No Profit But The Name.