Weep Not, Sweet Queen, For Trickling Tears

Profit Is A Blessing, If It's Not Stolen.

O Thou That Dost Inhabit In My Breast, Leave Not The Mansion So Long Tenantless; Lest, Growing Ruinous, The Building Fall And Leave No Memory Of What It Was!

Let Us Our Lives, Our Souls, Our Debts, Our Careful Wives, Our Children, And Our Sins, Lay On The King!

I Go, I Go, Look How I Go, Swifter Than An Arrow From A Bow

Think, When We Talk Of Horses, That You See Them Printing Their Proud Hoofs I' The Receiving Earth.