Every Why Hath A Wherefore.

We Waste Our Lights In Vain, Like Lamps By Day.

O, It Is Excellent To Have A Giant's Strength; But It Is Tyrannous To Use It Like A Giant.

I Have Shot Mine Arrow O'er The House And Hurt My Brother.

You're In Love? Out Out Of Love? I Love Someone. She Doesn't Love Me.

An Old Man, Broken With The Storms Of State, Is Come To Lay His Weary Bones Among Ye; Give Him A Little Earth For Charity!