Come Give Us A Taste Of Your

O, Pardon Me, Thou Bleeding Piece Of Earth, / That I Am Meek And Gentle With These Butchers!

Foul Deeds Will Rise, Though All The Earth O'erwhelm Them, To Men's Eyes.

Allow Not Nature More Than Nature Needs.

I Am Asham'd That Women Are So Simple To Offer War Where They Should Kneel For Peace.

Greatest Scandal Waits On Greatest State.