Blessings Of Your Heart, You Brew Good

So All My Best Is Dressing Old Words New.

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

Spirits Are Not Finely Touched But To Fine Issues, Nor Nature Never Lends The Smallest Scruple Of Her Excellence But Like A Thrifty Goddess She Determines Herself The Glory Of A Creditor,both Thanks And Use.

Now, Good Digestion Wait On Appetite, And Health On Both!

O, The Blood More Stirs To Rouse A Lion Than To Start A Hare!