He Hath Eaten Me Out Of House

Twas A Clever Quibble. Here, A Garment For It.

Woe, Destruction, Ruin, And Decay; The Worst Is Death And Death Will Have His Day.

What Fates Impose, That Men Must Needs Abide; It Boots Not To Resist Both Wind And Tide.

Where The Greater Malady Is Fixed, The Lesser Is Scarce Felt.

I Must To The Barber's, Monsieur, For Methinks I Am Marvellous Hairy About The Face.