Nothing Feebler Does Earth Nurture Than Man,

Porkchops And Bacon, My Two Favorite Animals.

...if Fifty Bands Of Men Surrounded Us/ And Every Sword Sang For Your Blood,/ You Could Make Off Still With Their Cows And Sheep.

What Mighty Woes To Thy Imperial Race From Woman Rose.

Tell Me, O Muse, Of Travellers Far And Wide

I Don't Know How Much Longer I Can Complain.