Write Till Your Ink Be Dry, And

I Am Wrapped In Dismal Thinking.

Those, That With Haste Will Make A Mighty Fire, Begin It With Weak Straws.

That Man That Hath A Tongue, I Say Is No Man, If With His Tongue He Cannot Win A Woman.

That Island Of England Breeds Very Valiant Creatures; Their Mastiffs Are Of Unmatchable Courage.

Angels And Ministers Of Grace Defend Us! Be Thou A Spirit Of Health, Or Goblin Damn'd, Bring With Thee Airs From Heaven, Or Blasts From Hell, Be Thy Intents Wicked, Or Charitable, Thou Com'st In Such A Questionable Shape, That I Will Speak To Thee.