And His Unkindness May Defeat

Is It Not Strange, That Sheep's Guts Should Hale Souls Out Of Men's Bodies!

I Cannot Tell What The Dickens His Name Is.

But Let The Frame Of Things Disjoint, Both The Worlds Suffer, Ere We Will Eat Our Meal In Fear, And Sleep In The Affliction Of These Terrible Dreams That Shake Us Nightly.

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

Children Wish Fathers Looked But With Their Eyes; Fathers That Children With Their Judgment Looked; And Either May Be Wrong.