Thou And I Are Too Wise To

The Arms Are Fair, When The Intent Of Bearing Them Is Just.

What Though Care Killed A Cat, Thou Hast Mettle Enough In Thee To Kill Care.

Now Would I Give A Thousand Furlongs Of Sea For An Acre Of Barren Ground.

I Will Through And Through Cleanse The Foul Body Of Th' Infected World, If They Will Patiently Receive My Medicine.

Bear With My Weakness. My Old Brain Is Troubled. Be Not Disturbed With My Infirmity.