As, Pricked Out With Less

Honor Is The Greatest Poet.

I Care Not Where My Body May Take Me As Long As My Soul Is Embarked On A Meaningful Journey.

O Faithful Conscience, Delicately Pure, How Doth A Little Failing Wound Thee Sore!

Consider That This Day Ne'er Dawns Again.

Here We Find The Moat Of Thieves. And Just As A Lizard, With A Quick, Slick Slither, Flicks Across The Highway From Hedge To Hedge, Fleeter Than A Flash, In The Battering Dog-day Weather, A Fiery Little Monster, Livid, In A Rage, Black As Any Peppercorn, Came And Made A Dart At The Guts Of The Others, And Leaping To Engage One Of The Pair, It Pierced Him At The Part Through Which We First Draw Food; Then Loosed Its Grip And Fell Before Him, Outstretched And Apart.