I'll Go Find A Shadow,

And To Be Merry Best Becomes You; For, Out Of Question, You Were Born In A Merry Hour. Beatrice No, Sure, My Lord, My Mother Cried; But Then There Was A Star Danced, And Under That Was I Born.

Anger's My Meat. I Sup Upon Myself, And So Shall Starve With Feeding.

Hereditary Sloth Instructs Me.

I Say There Is No Darkness But Ignorance.

Vice Repeated Is Like The Wandering Wind, Blows Dust In Others' Eyes To Spread Itself.