Two Lovely Berries Moulded On One Stem;

'tis Pride That Pulls The Country Down.

God Send Everyone Their Heart's Desire!

Come, Gentlemen, I Hope We Shall Drink Down All Unkindness.

Virtue That Transgresses Is But Patched With Sin; And Sin That Amends Is But Patched With Virtue.

When He Shall Die, Take Him And Cut Him Out In Little Stars, And He Will Make The Face Of Heaven So Fine That All The World Will Be In Love With Night And Pay No Worship To The Garish Sun.