Death Is A Fearful Thing.

I Will Speak Daggers To Her, But Use None.

Poor And Content, Is Rich And Rich Enough; But Riches, Fineless, Is As Poor As Winter, To Him That Ever Fears He Shall Be Poor.

I Cannot Do It Without Comp[u]ters.

And Where The Offense Is, Let The Great Axe Fall.

The World Must Be Peopled!