The Guilty Think All Talk Is Of

For God's Love, Take Things Patiently, Have Sense, Think! We Are Prisoners And Shall Always Be. Fortune Has Given Us This Adversity, Some Wicked Planetary Dispensation, Some Saturn's Trick Or Evil Constellation Has Given Us This, And Heaven, Though We Had Sworn The Contrary, So Stood When We Were Born. We Must Endure It, That's The Long And Short.

Right As An Aspen Lefe She Gan To Quake.

Nowhere So Busy A Man As He There Was And Yet He Seemed Busier Than He Was.

And For To See, And Eek For To Be Seie.

And Brought Of Mighty Ale A Large Quart.