Then Hate Me When Thou Wilt, If

Tis Not The Many Oaths That Make The Truth; But The Plain Single Vow, That Is Vow'd True.

Methinks Sometimes I Have No More Wit Than A Christian.

Short Summers Lightly Have A Forward Spring.

Talking Isn't Doing. It Is A Kind Of Good Deed To Say Well; And Yet Words Are Not Deeds.

What Are You Doing Sister? / Killing Swine.