I Had Rather Be A Kitten And

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

I Know No Ways To Mince It In Love, But Directly To Say - I Love You

Woah Is Me To Have Seen What I Seen See What I See

Be Advised; Heat Not A Furnace For Your Foe So Hot That It Do Singe Yourself: We May Outrun, By Violent Swiftness, That Which We Run At, And Lose By Over-running. Know You Not, The Fire That Mounts The Liquor Til Run O'er, In Seeming To Augment It Wastes It?

They Have Been Grand-jurymen Since Before Noah Was A Sailor