The Miserable Have No Other Medicine But

You Cram These Words Into Mine Ears Against The Stomach Of My Sense.

An Old Black Ram Is Tupping Your White Ewe

You Are A Tedious Fool.

The One I Love Is The Son Of The One I Hate! -juliet P. 75

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!