Let's Go Hand In Hand, Not One

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.

Let Me Say Amen Betimes Lest The Devil Cross My Prayer, For Here He Comes In The Likeness Of A Jew.

The World Is Grown So Bad, That Wrens Make Prey Where Eagles Dare Not Perch.

Fore God, You Have Here A Goodly Dwelling And A Rich.

For In That Sleep Of Death What Dreams May Come.