Thank Me No Thankings, Nor Proud Me

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

Grief Best Is Pleased With Grief's Society.

Loathsome Canker Lives In Sweetest Bud.

O Jest Unseen, Inscrutable, Invisible, As A Nose On A Man's Face, Or A Weathercock On A Steeple.

In Maiden Meditation, Fancy Free.