My Crown Is In My Heart, Not

The Elephant Hath Joints, But None For Courtesy; His Legs Are Legs For Necessity, Not For Flexure.

The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But Only Hope.

You Wear Out A Good Wholesome Forenoon In Hearing A Cause Between An Orange Wife And A Fosset-seller.

Thou Shalt Be Free As Mountain Winds: But Then Exactly Do All Points Of My Command.

Come, And Take Choice Of All My Library, And So Beguile Thy Sorrow.