My Dull Brain Was Wrought With Things

I Do Know When The Blood Burns, How Prodigal The Soul Lends The Tongue Vows.

Like A Man Made After Supper Of A Cheese-paring: When A' Was Naked, He Was, For All The World, Like A Forked Radish, With A Head Fantastically Carved Upon It With A Knife.

All That Glisters Is Not Gold; Often Have You Heard That Told.

How Hard It Is For Women To Keep Counsel!

And Caesar Shall Go Forth.