So May He Rest, His

In The Night, Imagining Some Fear, How Easy Is A Bush Supposed A Bear!

She's Good, Being Gone.

There Is None But He Whose Being I Do Fear; And Under Him My Genius Is Rebuked, As It Is Said Mark Antony's Was By Caesar.

Thou Whoreson Zed! Thou Unnecessary Letter!

We Must Not Make A Scarecrow Of The Law, Setting It Up To Fear The Birds Of Prey, And Let It Keep One Shape Till Custom Make It Their Perch, And Not Their Terror.