Me, Poor Man, My Library Was Dukedom

A Devil, A Born Devil On Whose Nature, Nurture Can Never Stick, On Whom My Pain, Humanly Taken, All Lost, Quite Lost.

Dreams Are The Children Of Idled Minds.

When Law Can Do No Right, Let It Be Lawful That Law Bar No Wrong.

Here Comes A Man Of Comfort, Whose Advice Hath Often Stilled My Brawling Discontent.

In That Small [time] Most Greatly Lived This Star Of England: Fortune Made His Sword, By Which The World's Best Garden He Achiev'd And Left It To His Son Imperial Lord. Henry The Sixth, In Infant Bands Crown'd King Of France And England Did This King Succeed; Whose State So Many Of Had The Managing, That They Lost France And Made His England Bleed.