Tis Not A Year Or Two Shows

The Apparel Oft Proclaims The Man.

Rebellion In This Land Shall Lose His Sway, Meeting The Check Of Such Another Day.

I Long To Hear The Story Of Your Life, Which Must Take The Ear Strangely.

So They Loved As Love In Twain Had The Essence But In One; Two Distinct, Divisions None.

Stay, My Lord, And Let Your Reason With Your Choler Question What 'tis You Go About: To Climb Steep Hills Requires Slow Pace At First: Anger Is Like A Full-hot Horse, Who Being Allow'd His Way, Self-mettle Tires Him. Not A Man In England Can Advise Me Like You: Be To Yourself As You Would To Your Friend.