A Woman's Fitness Comes By Fits.

Good Friend For Jesus Sake Forbeare, To Digg The Dust Encloased Heare! Blest Be The Man That Spares Thes Stones, And Curst Be He That Moves My Bones.

Tut, Man, One Fire Burns Out Another's Burning; One Pain Is Less'ned By Another's Anguish; Turn Giddy, And Be Holp By Backward Turning; One Desperate Grief Cures With Another's Languish.

I Am Giddy, Expectation Whirls Me Round. The Imaginary Relish Is So Sweet That It Enchants My Sense.

All The World's A Stage ... And You Better Have A Zoning Variance Or It's Coming Down.

Let Us Be Diana's Foresters, Gentlemen Of The Shade, Minions Of The Moon