Many Strokes, Though With A Little Axe,

Sin Will Pluck On Sin.

My Age Is As A Lusty Winter, Frosty But Kindly.

As There Comes Light From Heaven And Words From Breath, As There Is Sense In Truth And Truth In Virtue

And My Poor Fool Is Hanged! No, No, No Life! Why Should A Dog, A Horse, A Rat, Have Life, And Thou No Breath At All? Thou'lt Come No More, Never, Never, Never, Never, Never! Pray You, Undo This Button.

The Pleasing Punishment That Women Bear.