The Hand Of Little Employment Hath The

I Am Sir Oracle, And When I Ope My Lips, Let No Dog Bark.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

Be As Thou Wast Wont To Be. See As Thou Wast Wont To See.

Suffer Love; A Good Epithet! I Do Suffer Love, Indeed, For I Love Thee Against My Will.

Come My Spade. There Is No Ancient Gentlemen But Gardeners, Ditchers, And Grave-makers; They Hold Up Adam's Profession.