I'll Note You In My Book Of

I Think Thy Horse Will Sooner Con An Oration Than Thou Learn A Prayer Without Book.

How Strange Or Odd Some'er I Bear Myself, As I Perchance Hereafter Shall Think Meet To Put An Antic Disposition On.

I Durst Not Laugh For Fear Of Opening My Lips And Receiving The Bad Air.

Thus May Poor Fools Belive False Teachers.

For I Am Nothing If Not Critical.