Thou Art Sad; Get Thee

For There Was Never Yet Philosoper That Could Endure The Toothache Patiently, However They Have Writ The Style Of Gods, And Made A Push At Chance And Sufferance.

A Peevish Self-willed Harlotry It Is. *she’s A Stubborn Little Brat.*

Being Holiday, The Beggar's Shop Is Shut.

Where Civil Blood Makes Civil Hands Unclean

A Hit, A Very Palpable Hit.