For Now They Kill Me With A

Men So Noble, However Faulty, Yet Should Find Respect For What They Have Been: 'tis A Cruelty To Load A Falling Man.

I Wonder That You Will Still Be Talking. Nobody Marks You.

I Cannot Speak Your England.

I Can Hardly Forbear Hurling Things At Him.

And He Goes Through Life, His Mouth Open, And His Mind Closed.