O, I Have Suffered With

We See Which Way The Stream Of Time Doth Run.

Will You Walk Out Of The Air, My Lord? Hamlet Into My Grave.

Tell Them, That, To Ease Them Of Their Griefs, Their Fear Of Hostile Strokes, Their Aches, Losses, Their Pangs Of Love, With Other Incident Throes That Nature's Fragile Vessel Doth Sustain In Life's Uncertain Voyage, I Will Some Kindness Do Them.

Sir, He's A Good Dog, And A Fair Dog.

I Can See His Pride Peep Through Each Part Of Him.