Wisdom Cries Out In The Streets, And

A Cup Of Hot Wine With Not A Drop Of Allaying Tiber In 't.

Give It An Understanding, But No Tongue.

To Take Arms Against A Sea Of Troubles.

I Understand Thy Kisses, And Thou Mine, And That's A Feeling Disputation.

Who Finds The Heifer Dead And Bleeding Fresh And Sees Fast-by A Butcher With An Axe, But Will Suspect 'twas He That Made The Slaughter?