My Way Of Life Is Fall'n Into

Why Didst Thou Promise Such A Beauteous Day And Make Me Travel Forth Without My Cloak, To Let Base Clouds O'ertake Me In My Way, Hiding They Brav'ry In Their Rotten Smoke?

Oh What Fools We Mortals Are.

Unnatural Deeds Do Breed Unnatural Troubles.

Come, Woo Me, Woo Me, For Now I Am In A Holiday Humor, And Like Enough To Consent.

This Making Of Christians Will Raise The Price Of Hogs.