Your Bait Of Falsehood Takes This Carp

I Did Never Know So Full A Voice Issue From So Empty A Heart: But The Saying Is True 'the Empty Vessel Makes The Greatest Sound'.

There Is Throats To Be Cut, And Works To Be Done.

Love's Gentle Spring Doth Always Fresh Remain.

And What Art Thou, Thou Idol Ceremony? What Kind Of God Art Thou, That Suffer'st More Of Mortal Griefs Than Do Thy Worshippers?

On The Bat’s Back I Do Fly After Summer Merrily.