How Art Thou Out Of Breath When

Ne'er Ask Me What Raiment I'll Wear, For I Have No More Doublets Than Backs, No More Stockings Than Legs, Nor No More Shoes Than Feet--nay, Sometime More Feet Than Shoes, Or Such Shoes As My Toes Look Through The Overleather.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.

Thieves For Their Robbery Have Authority When Judges Steal Themselves.

I Love You With So Much Of My Heart That None Is Left To Protest.

Now Entertain Conjecture Of A Time When Creeping Murmur And The Poring Dark Fills The Wide Vessel Of The Universe.