Speak What We Feel, Not What We

Anger Is Like A Full Hot Horse, Who Being Allowed His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him.

I 'gin To Be Aweary Of The Sun, And Wish Th' Estate O' Th' World Were Now Undone.

The Good I Stand On Is My Truth And Honesty.

And Flights Of Angels Sing Thee To Thy Rest!

Great Griefs Medicine The Less.