Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing Swine.

Nature Hath Framed Strange Fellows In Her Time.

I Beseech You, Wrest Once The Law To Your Authority: To Do A Great Right, Do A Little Wrong.

By Jove, I Am Not Covetous For Gold, Nor Care I Who Doth Feed Upon My Cost; It Yearns Me Not If Me My Garments Wear; Such Outward Things Dwell Not In My Desires: But If It Be A Sin To Covet Honor, I Am The Most Offending Soul Alive.

Welcome Ever Smiles, And Farewell Goes Out Sighing.