Good Morning To You, Fair And Gracious

There's Not A Note Of Mine That's Worth The Noting.

He That Is Strucken Blind Can Not Forget The Precious Treasure Of His Eyesight Lost.

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

Thy Head Is As Full Of Quarrels As An Egg Is Full Of Meat, And Yet Thy Head Hath Been Beaten As Addle As An Egg For Quarrelling.

I Have A Bone To Pick With Fate