The Clock Upbraids Me With The Waste

Where Hateful Death Put On His Ugliest Mask.

Discuss Unto Me: Art Thou Officer, Or Art Thou Base, Common, And Popular?

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

I Do The Wrong, And First Begin To Brawl. The Secret Mischiefs That I Set Abroach I Lay Unto The Grievous Charge Of Others.

A Woman's Thought Runs Before Her Actions.