The Art Of Our Necessities Is Strange

I Shall The Effect Of This Good Lesson Keeps As Watchman To My Heart.

Who Is Silvia What Is She, That All Our Swains Commend Her Holy, Fair, And Wise Is She.

From This Time Forth My Thoughts Be Bloody, Or Be Nothing Worth!

Look, What A Horse Should Have He Did Not Lack, Save A Proud Rider On His Back.

What Should We Speak Of When We Are Old As You? When We Shall Hear The Rain And Wind Beat Dark December? How, In This Our Pinching Cave, Shall We Discourse The Freezing Hours Away?