My Cousin's A Fool, And Thou Art

Speak To Me As To Thy Thinkings, As Thou Dost Ruminate, And Give Thy Worst Of Thoughts The Worst Of Words.

God Is Our Fortress, In Whose Conquering Name Let Us Resolve To Scale Their Flinty Bulwarks.

Such Antics Do Not Amount To A Man.

What Say You To A Piece Of Beef And Mustard?

And Teach Me How To Name The Bigger Light, And How The Less, That Burn By Day And Night.