Adieu! I Have Too Grieved A Heart

For God's Sake, Let Us Sit Upon The Ground, And Tell Sad Stories Of The Death Of Kings... All Murdered; For Within The Hollow Crown That Rounds The Mortal Temples Of A King, Keeps Death His Court... And With A Little Pin Bores Through His Castle Wall, And Farewell King!

Well, God's Above All; And There Be Souls Must Be Saved, And There Be Souls Must Not Be Saved.

The Tartness Of His Face Sours Ripe Grapes.

Many A True Word Hath Been Spoken In Jest.

There Is Special Providence In The Fall Of A Sparrow.