My Hands Are Of Your Color, But

O, What A World Of Vile Ill-favored Faults, Looks Handsome In Three Hundred Pounds A Year!

Sufferance Is The Badge Of All Our Tribe.

Coal-black Is Better Than Another Hue In That It Scorns To Bear Another Hue; For All The Water In The Ocean Can Never Turn The Swan's Black Legs To White, Although She Lave Them Hourly In The Flood.

O, Call Back Yesterday, Bid Time Return

Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem; So, With Two Seeming Bodies, But One Heart.