My Love Is Thine To Teach; Teach

I Hope To See London Once Ere I Die.

He Was Met Even Now As Mad As The Vex'd Sea; Singing Aloud; Crown'd With Rank Fumiter And Furrow-weeds, With Bur-docks, Hemlock, Nettles, Cuckoo-flowers, Darnel, And All The Idle Weeds That Grow In Our Sustaining Corn.

Many That Are Not Mad Have, Sure, More Lack Of Reason.

It Is As Easy To Count Atomies As To Resolve The Propositions Of A Lover.

Shall I Not Take Mine Ease In Mine Inn But I Shall Have My Pocket Picked?