Every Why Has A Wherefore.

I Know A Place Where The Wild Thyme Blows, Where Oxlips And The Nodding Violet Grows.

He Draweth Out The Thread Of His Verbosity Finer Than The Staple Of His Argument.

Mine Honor Is My Life, Both Grow In One. Take Honor From Me, And My Life Is Done. Then, Dear My Liege, Mine Honor Let Me Try; In That I Live, And For That I Will Die.

I'll Read Enough When I Do See The Very Book Indeed Where All My Sins Are Writ, And That's Myself.

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!