This Liberty Is All That I Request.

To Say The Truth, So Judas Kissed His Master And Cried, 'all Hail!' When As He Meant All Harm.

I Thought My Heart Had Been Wounded With The Claws Of A Lion.

Here's That Which Is Too Weak To Be A Sinner, Honest Water, Which Ne'er Left Man I' The Mire.

What Showers Arise, Blown With The Windy Tempest Of My Heart

Use Every Man After His Desert, And Who Should Scape Whipping?